The Not Day

One of the drawbacks-outweighed by the many advantages-of doing a blog written by two people on alternate days is when something happens on your “not” day. Yesterday, for example, I saw four wild turkeys on the levee, an extraordinary thing by any standards, and I even managed to photograph them. So poor Numenius had to put aside baseball or politics or something arcane and write about my turkeys.

So I’ve decided to even it up a bit. Numenius is, at the moment, in Spanish class, something he’s been doing twice a week since January. Although the UC Davis students are on Spring Break, getting drunk in the Sierra or in Baja or in Hawaii, the continuing education folks are hard at it, deep in syntax and tenses. Good for them, say I.

I don’t hear much about Spanish class other than that the teacher was so pleased last time they all passed their exam—for the first time ever, in her experience—that she brought in a cake. Tonight, more exam results are being delivered. I wonder if there’s another cake? Doesn’t matter, I brought home some Double Rainbow Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream from my foray to the Davis Food Coop.