Sounds from the walls
Corri and I had the ballgame on for a little bit last night. When there was a boring, nothing-happening moment, our neighbor with whom we share a wall started shouting and freaking out. He's a huge Phillies fan who even works for the organization in some capacity, so I knew he had to be watching it. I had just enough time to wonder if he had some premium satellite channel that got its signal about fifteen seconds before our regular old network feed, when BAM...home run. It would seem he either had such a service or was strangely prescient regarding big plays.
The set-up was pretty amusing, always getting advance notice of exciting moments. In fact, I switched channels and watched M*A*S*H while the Yankees were at bat, but heard him freaking out again. I turned the channel just in time to watch the behind-the-back catch actually happen (to me anyway), not in replay. Super convenient.
Unrelatedly, save in theme, there's a cricket at school living in the walls of the first classroom of my morning. The students are generally not awake and chatty at that hour, so that means I get this type of exchange every day:
"So what do you think the author meant here?"
...
*CHIRP CHIRP*
"Can anyone explain restrictive adjective clauses?"
...
*CHIRP CHIRP*
Literal chirping here!
The set-up was pretty amusing, always getting advance notice of exciting moments. In fact, I switched channels and watched M*A*S*H while the Yankees were at bat, but heard him freaking out again. I turned the channel just in time to watch the behind-the-back catch actually happen (to me anyway), not in replay. Super convenient.
Unrelatedly, save in theme, there's a cricket at school living in the walls of the first classroom of my morning. The students are generally not awake and chatty at that hour, so that means I get this type of exchange every day:
"So what do you think the author meant here?"
...
*CHIRP CHIRP*
"Can anyone explain restrictive adjective clauses?"
...
*CHIRP CHIRP*
Literal chirping here!