This comes close to qualifying as a monsoon. The rain falls, seldom easing, and the sky remains darkened even by day. Wet squirrels scamper about, birds alight on branches and flick the rain from their feathers every few seconds, and even the stray cats no longer remain sheltered, but are forced to go out seeking food however wet they may become. All the beasts grow accustomed to the new state of things. The frogs, of course, continue to sound delighted. If they kept histories, they would likely remember this as their best year ever. I, however, would like just a bit more variety. If there can't be sunlight, I'd settle for as little as a thunderstorm. Just, please, an end to the monotony. It's water torture.
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Date: 2006-04-09 08:52 am (UTC)he said he wasn't sure, but they probably scrapped them.
(tsk. tsk.)
Same goes (probably) for the marble stalls, laid tile, porcelin toilets, sinks, and brass fixtures from all the student and faculty restrooms.
real smart, huh?
there is a rather large hole on the mural above the auditorium. that one is in the worst shape. the other two have only minor paint scrapes and rust in a couple spots. Strange, because they're enamel on stainless steel. (i found that Mural Conservancy website a while back, too!)
BUTTE COUNTY?!!! that's where Dr. Keppel was from!
...how weird...
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Date: 2006-04-09 02:26 pm (UTC)I did just find this interesting used book for sale, though.