Tomatoes and so forth

A. read that the Jersey farmers are cutting back on planting tomatoes because they can’t get the workers to pick them. WAAAAAAAH. If any of you out there know about Jersey tomatoes you understand what a disaster this is. Please please US. Gov, let’s 1) expand the guest workers system and 2) enforce safe working conditions (care regarding pesticide exposure, etc.)

As for non immigrants–my mother and her friends picked jersey produce during the war, and the worst that happened was that a bird pooped on one of her friends. C’mon locals, let’s step up to the plate for Jersey Tomatoes!!!

Other events: May test coming up. My job this week was to calm down those students who are taking it. I teach a couple SAT classes too, and for some reason the kids were pumped rather than resentful. One kid said he had already picked out what clothes he was going to wear.

Lady K. sent an incoherent email about being tempted by Another Boy. I haven’t answered yet, because I have to put back inside my head my initial observation, which was “Well, given that your current boyfriend, who moved in with you after you only knew him 3 months, is, despite being a nice boy, uneducated, anti social, bipolar, 3 years older than you and way too poor for someone three years older than you, maybe this is a sign that you should break up and come home.”

Ben came home with a thing called a WII last night. It’s this futuristic thing that converts your movements into movements pictured on the screen. We went bowling, right in our living room, last night. He’s trying to talk me into springing for the aerobics exercise attachment.