It has been exactly 7 days since our last Monday, and if all
goes according to plan, there should be another one in exactly 7 more, but come
next week, our Mondays will cease to be marked by hip waders and wire
enclosures and in stead will be marked by the then alumni chain gang
despairingly singing Lana Del Rey’s hit single Summer Time Sadness again and
again after the heat and bugs force the senior project-less gang into the
confines of a cramped, dull basement. In
short, retirement is fast approaching, and we can feel it in our bones. Today the crew continued the inelegant work
of data entry. Though it was not nearly
as fun as being out among Acacia’s white tail deer and her fetching saplings,
it was absolutely rewarding to finally see the vast amount of information we
have gathered in one place. Homemade hot
sandwiches and Danny Brown’s soothing rhymes pulled us through.
We look forward to making the very most of the remainder of
the project. Dr. Plant Ecology Sensei Connie
Hausman has called upon us for another mission.
After a short trip to the batcave and then to Target because Graham
forgot his black socks, we successfully gathered everything we needed. You might say that after spending the last
couple days locked in the stagnant air of the indoor world, the gang is more
excited than the collective paternal trio of Richard Stotter, Tim Duff, and
David Goldston after they heard that there was a new Bizarre Foods America airing
at the University of Houston’s new football stadium, directly following their
lovely extended bike ride from the “root beer” tasting. I hate to be dropping so many references, but
we are getting desperate for ideas for our surprise Father’s Day celebration. Feel free to leave suggestions in the
comments… Just don’t tell Rich, Tim, or
Dave…
Take it easy,
The Great White Duffalo and his hammer-swinging Cohorts
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