But the hill, Gramma

Emily had a 1:30 interview at Hiram today, for the eclectic honors program.

It's a forty five minute trip.

At 12:30 she wanted to leave.

"What if we have trouble getting up the hill, Gramma?"

I'm still laughing.

Here at the end of the glacial moraine, there is no such thing as trouble getting up hills like this in winter. 

If there is trouble getting up the hill, it's because you drove down the other side in the first place.

Sorry, I'm still laughing.

It's two degrees here, which is in the minus sixteen range for Celsius users.

However, the roads are clean as a whistle. 

Emily's interview was in a building I would call a student union.

I wonder if they still have that name.

As we entered, a tall woman stepped out from the students gathered and asked "Are you Emily?"

I kept on walking, climbed a tall bistro stool at the back and took out my half knit sock.

It was tough, but I didn't look over too often. Once I saw the tall woman stop some students walking through, who stopped and chatted a bit.

When it was over and we were back in the car I asked Emily about the students who had been brought into the discussion.

"They're eclectic honors students," Emily explained. "I was introduced as 'a prospective eclectic honors; oh, never mind, this is a new eclectic honors student.'"

No idea, except she's in.

As for the hill, all I can tell you is she might as well be finishing high school at Hiram. She's a natural, who does not intend to show up late.

Still laughing about "trouble getting up the hill."