Dream sweet dreams for me
Among other stuff going on: half of bunny_hugger's acadmic department just had its first retirement ever. Also its second. Previously that half (not the one she's in) had never had a retiree, either when it was its own department or when it was merged with the other. Just everyone in it had either left for a new job or died in harness. The whole department was throwing a retirement party for these two and, of course, she went and I came along. Also coming along was the guy in her department she always carpools with because it doesn't make much sense otherwise.
It was a mass of people most of whom I haven't met, of course, since I've only been up to her department a couple of times and to one social event; her work's too far to make it easy to casually drop in, unfortunately. I have met a few and even remembered two of them. And, I think, I managed to acquit myself well. Mostly I'm a pretty good audience, tolerably alert and not prone to asking questions that prove I haven't heard a word anyone's said.
The retirement party --- held in a Unitarian church's meeting area because the good restaurant in town was for the retirement dinner, for the half the department the guys were in --- featured plenty of cheeses and crackers and spring rolls and other stuff that was safe for vegetarians or vegetarian-inclined people to eat. Also there was an array of cakes which let me discover that I haven't been eating enough carrot cake lately. (The last carrot cake I might have had may have been in Singapore, where it's the name applied to a nicely spicey thing that isn't carrot cake at all.)
We also got to chat witha couple who'd moved from Toronto to the small town that bunny_hugger's university is in, and feel they've kind of exhausted the cultural opportunities of the town. It's hard to escape the feeling they're hoping to hang out with us in the big city of Lansing, which wouldn't be a bad thing for us, really, in addition to probably being quite a comfort for them.
Trivia: John Morton, of Pennsylvania, was the first signer of the Declaration of Independence to die. He was born circa 1724 and is believed to have died around the 15th of April, 1777. Source: Signing Their Lives Away: The Fame and Misfortune of the Men Who Signed The Declaration of Independence, Denise Kiernan, Joseph D'Agnese.
Currently Reading: The Yugo: The Rise And Fall Of The Worst Car In History, Jason Vuic.