No, the title of the post is not an allusion to a Yeats poem (okay, maybe it is. But what do you expect? I'm a literature professor, for heaven's sake. It's my
job to make literary allusions). More to the point, Michelle took the kids yesterday out to the Little Sahara sand dunes. The area is a 100 square mile patch of fine sand left over from some 15,000 year ago, when the Sevier River fed into the now non-existent Bonneville Lake. The kids had a good time rolling around and getting dirty, which is to say that the rough little beasts (Alert! Yeats allusion!) were in their natural habitat. I, on the other hand, spent a delightful day working in the office which, sad to say, is my natural habitat.
We did get a little bit of family recreation in the evening, when we went to a BYU Cougars baseball game. Tickets were $1 each, which was a pretty tough price to beat, even though the Cougars got manhandled by TCU, 16-5. We actually made it through four long innings before our hour came round at last (ALERT! Yeats allusion!), and between the cold and an impatient five-year old, decided to slouch (Yeats!) home.
No, the title of the post is not an allusion to a Yeats poem (okay, maybe it is. But what do you expect? I'm a literature professor, for heaven's sake. It's my job to make literary allusions). More to the point, Michelle took the kids yesterday out to the Little Sahara sand dunes. The area is a 100 square mile patch of fine sand left over from some 15,000 year ago, when the Sevier River fed into the now non-existent Bonneville Lake. The kids had a good time rolling around and getting dirty, which is to say that the rough little beasts (Alert! Yeats allusion!) were in their natural habitat. I, on the other hand, spent a delightful day working in the office which, sad to say, is my natural habitat.
We did get a little bit of family recreation in the evening, when we went to a BYU Cougars baseball game. Tickets were $1 each, which was a pretty tough price to beat, even though the Cougars got manhandled by TCU, 16-5. We actually made it through four long innings before our hour came round at last (ALERT! Yeats allusion!), and between the cold and an impatient five-year old, decided to slouch (Yeats!) home.
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