33 and a Third

The Ottawa Valley Portfolio

Management and Labour in Europe: The Industrial Enterprise in Germany, Britain and France

I should have mentioned it last Tuesday, but I was busy being sick. (Reid actually succeeded in giving me his cough/cold. I’m usually immune.)

Michael turned 15 (!!) last Tuesday. Yup. Just one more year before he can drive. Funny, when I look at him I still see the toddler. But he’s taller than me, his feet are bigger than mine, he’s got very broad shoulders and he can shovel the driveway in no time flat.

I’m not looking forward to the day when I’m the shortest in the family. I’m going to be teased relentlessly.

Her name is Ms. Snape.

Yup. It really is. And they started off with chemistry, so I kept asking how the potions were going. And here’s the best part… she’s not particularly nice. Or, at least, not to Michael. He (and his friend) assure me that she thinks Michael is not very smart. They tell me she seemed surprised/shocked during a game of science-Jeopardy, when he got most answers right. Supposedly, his team creamed the other teams.