Thank your socks

You never realize how wonderful socks are until it's cold and rainy and all your socks are at the laundromat except for one pair that you already wore last night to go to the gym.

More glacier and iceberg pictures, as promised. I got sick of all the sky and lake in the background, so I cheated and cropped them panoramic-style. Did you know there is no standard panoramic size?



Class really frustrated me yesterday. Sometimes my teacher cares too much about the rules and the textbook, but that's a daily and minor complaint. Yesterday, however, I was the victim of a grave injustice.



When we were reviewing for our test, we learned that indicative tense is for certainties like "It is true that...(insert indicative statement here)" and "I believe that..." while subjunctive tense is for doubts, like "I doubt that..." and "It is not true that..." (in case you're totally confused, it's because we don't have subjunctive in English.)

Then the prof said that "It's false that..." is a trigger for indicative because it doesn't contain "no," which makes no sense to me and I told him so, but he assured me it was true so I wrote it in my notes with a star and a circle. The next day on the test, that exact phrase appeared and, remembering the star, I used indicative.



And he marked it wrong, as well he should have, because it was wrong. But he told me during the review to put the wrong answer. So I talked to him about it and he admitted he was at fault for saying the wrong thing during the review. "Te pido disculpas," he said, "I ask for your forgiveness." "Te pido puntos," I said, "I ask you for points."



But he wouldn't change it because then he'd have to change everyone's. Well, yeah! He should! "It's not really about the points," I told him, "it's about justice." But to no avail.



But then I went to lab, and the three hours of lab grunt work were very therapeutic, just like Rose suggested they would be. And then I went to the gym, so I was happy from endorphins, and then after dinner I had ice cream, so I was even happier. Especially because the ice cream scooper was bored and studded the little cone-shaped pieces of merengue all over the scoop like devil's horns.



We made such an amazing, easy dinner on Sunday: mushrooms, spinach, and chicken sauteed together in olive oil, and bruschetta. Try it. Now. Hmmm, now that I think about it I've been making lots of simple yummy meals lately: butternut squash soup with mushrooms on toast; sauteed swet red peppers and onions on crackers with goat cheese and fruit. Staying in hostels is good for scratching the itch I have to cook.



The plane ride home from Calafate last Saturday was surprisingly entertaining! Whenever the announcer came on there was a silly technical problem that could have actually been someone standing next to him saying "ooooooooooooo" like a ghost. Once, the announcer hiccuped in the middle of a sentence, and twice he sighed heavily. If I were a stewardess I would totally do stuff like that to entertain the passengers.