Further down the Headmistress briefly refers to the bog in our yard. The bog where she abruptly and involuntarily parked the van Tuesday night (you can see a picture here).
From the air The Common Room driveway looks like a large needle, or at least, it did before the Deputy Headmistress and Zookeeper did some impromptu landscaping with the van.
There is a long, straight entrance from the road. Then, if you like, you can make a circle, so that you can park facing the road rather than backing out. At least it appears that you may do this. Appearances are snares and delusions. The ‘eye’ of the needle is the verdant green center of that circle at the end of the needle- green, green, green. Always green. Except for when it’s greener. This is because there is plenty of moisture there.
On Tuesday night the Deputy Headmistress and Zookeeper intended to drive the van around the eye of the needle, but the Common Room van does not turn on a dime. It does not turn on a quarter or a silver dollar, nay, nor does it turn on the largest turkey platter ever used in a Marine Corps dining facility. It turns on a city block when it’s feeling fine and sassy (the van, not the city block).
Being the brilliant educator that she is, the Deputy Headmistress and Zookeeper quickly realized she was stuck and decided not to make matters worse, so she turned the van off and went inside to await the Headmaster. He was too tired to bother with it so suggested they all sleep on it. By Wednesday morning the back end of the van was exhaust-pipe deep in mud. (Probably having nine of us sleeping on it hadn’t helped matters any- ha).
Fifty pounds of kitty litter poured into the hole simply made a slurping sound and disappeared. We think we heard the bog say, “Yum. Give me more.”
The Common Room denizens have always been extraordinarily blessed in friends, and one of the Princes Among the Friends came over tonight and helped the Headmaster pull the van out. We expect to make a pond in the eye of the needle come spring. Or rather, we expect to have to wall in the growing pond come spring.
We shall stock it with little fishes most delicious and we’ll have them for supper and we’ll have them for tea.