Not tuned in at all to Jen!c@ & Kristen's family crisis.
Prayers UP.
When stuff like that happens it is a little weird to see the rest of the world continuing on without a clue. Time is very strange and fluid and self-defined.
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
...but on the other hand...
Don't read THIS if you want to keep your blood pressure under control. Fascinating, cool, depressing.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Weather change
Oh, my, gosh, it is beautiful outside.
This is the kind of day I want to be either a teenager or a retiree. What a great day to leave work and play outside.
Or even load up the stereo with Springsteen or Mellencamp or Etheridge (or even GnR) and cruise around with the windows open. I love to drive country roads and explore. Nothing like it: manual tranny, truck or jeep, good friend to sing along with all the corny parts of the songs, and no particular place to be.
sigh
Back to Conn's Current Therapy...
This is the kind of day I want to be either a teenager or a retiree. What a great day to leave work and play outside.
Or even load up the stereo with Springsteen or Mellencamp or Etheridge (or even GnR) and cruise around with the windows open. I love to drive country roads and explore. Nothing like it: manual tranny, truck or jeep, good friend to sing along with all the corny parts of the songs, and no particular place to be.
sigh
Back to Conn's Current Therapy...
...nuts week...
Just discovered Son Seals; perfect music for work.
Saturday I spent working for RUM [a Urban Renewal org. in the Big City to the East of us] on rehabbing an old Victorian house near Kishw@^kee School. We tore off aluminum siding for 5 hours, yanked nails, swept the inside, boarded up the broken windows, etc. The boy worked like a trouper until the wind brought in the cold. The bones of this house are lovely, but it has been through the wars.
Sunday we crashed.
Monday went on a field trip with Challenge to Oak Park to the Frank Lloyd Wright home and studio, and to Unity Temple. It was fun. The kids were amazingly well-behaved, at least until they got their hands on the Froebel gifts. Still, it could have been much more out of control.
Today through Thursday, clear my desk (I must stop the gales of hysterical laughter whenever I think or say that phrase) so I can leave for vacation with a clear conscience. I'm actually dreading this trip a bit....
But this is too weird to miss. Much mindless fun and giggling.
Saturday I spent working for RUM [a Urban Renewal org. in the Big City to the East of us] on rehabbing an old Victorian house near Kishw@^kee School. We tore off aluminum siding for 5 hours, yanked nails, swept the inside, boarded up the broken windows, etc. The boy worked like a trouper until the wind brought in the cold. The bones of this house are lovely, but it has been through the wars.
Sunday we crashed.
Monday went on a field trip with Challenge to Oak Park to the Frank Lloyd Wright home and studio, and to Unity Temple. It was fun. The kids were amazingly well-behaved, at least until they got their hands on the Froebel gifts. Still, it could have been much more out of control.
Today through Thursday, clear my desk (I must stop the gales of hysterical laughter whenever I think or say that phrase) so I can leave for vacation with a clear conscience. I'm actually dreading this trip a bit....
But this is too weird to miss. Much mindless fun and giggling.
Friday, March 19, 2004
Politics
...a subject I usually stay away from as a solidly Democratic daughter of two very solid Republicans with a brother-in-law who is halfway to Bolshevism.
However, in the midst of blogging around to find something on Amazon (don't ask), I came across something about how the current administration lies to us. Really. It's true. Especially when it comes to sending people off to die. Read this and weep.
One of my coworkers told me yesterday that Truman is the only president in her lifetime she trusted, and would still trust.
Which made me think: Kennedy (for 10 days), Johnson, Nixon, Carter, Reagan, Bush, Clinton, Bush....Nope. Not one for me. (although I trust Carter NOW)
However, in the midst of blogging around to find something on Amazon (don't ask), I came across something about how the current administration lies to us. Really. It's true. Especially when it comes to sending people off to die. Read this and weep.
One of my coworkers told me yesterday that Truman is the only president in her lifetime she trusted, and would still trust.
Which made me think: Kennedy (for 10 days), Johnson, Nixon, Carter, Reagan, Bush, Clinton, Bush....Nope. Not one for me. (although I trust Carter NOW)
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
Midweek, still cold, NOT sunny
Monday: IKEA with Katherine. She, of course, spent very little in comparison to me. BUT, I'm very proud--I spent under $80 including lunch. Bought a table for the spare room . Also a lighthouse print (not available online) and frame. Hangers. Two kinds. And a cutting board. "Wok spatula"/regular spatula. I love IKEA.
Tuesday. Worked. Simmed till 11 p.m. Son was in the doghouse again. I think he should just take a sleeping bag and move in there. Pa-in-Law is home. Not 100%, but not in ICU. That's good enough for us.
Wednesday. Working. Church for dinner, class. Home, where I should get our So-Late-They-Are-Easter-Cards addressed, but where I probably actually will Sim.
Son is still alive. Hangin' by a thread as far as I'm concerned. [snort]
I can't wait to leave for Colorado--8 days! I'm so definitely doing the Russell Stover tour this time (after 30 years!!) OK, it's not a tour, but it's Low Carb Headquarters. It says so, therefore it must be true. Doubt we'll get to Ouray, though I surely wish we could.
Lessons learned this week:
Tuesday. Worked. Simmed till 11 p.m. Son was in the doghouse again. I think he should just take a sleeping bag and move in there. Pa-in-Law is home. Not 100%, but not in ICU. That's good enough for us.
Wednesday. Working. Church for dinner, class. Home, where I should get our So-Late-They-Are-Easter-Cards addressed, but where I probably actually will Sim.
Son is still alive. Hangin' by a thread as far as I'm concerned. [snort]
I can't wait to leave for Colorado--8 days! I'm so definitely doing the Russell Stover tour this time (after 30 years!!) OK, it's not a tour, but it's Low Carb Headquarters. It says so, therefore it must be true. Doubt we'll get to Ouray, though I surely wish we could.
Lessons learned this week:
1) Don't put the director on the Ref Desk; she'll just find work for you.
2) Don't get into a betting (no money) pool unless you know what the prize is.
3) Birds singing with snow flying through the air is weird but a very cool experience. In fact, even without sun, today was really pretty outside.
4) I hate telecourses.
5) I'm glad I have a hat that says Leave Me Alone here at work. It will be in use tomorrow.
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Windy cold and sunny
Since Saturday night, last post time...
...picked up pizza and garlic bread and brought them home for dinner which included, as a guest, Sparky's friend, He Who Does Not Eat in Public. Oops: Beast only ordered one pizza, with stuff on it; no plain cheese 'za for HWDNEiP. So we were again subjected to pouting (he'd already done The Pout at lunch with Beast, Sparky and Katherine). We ended up having another pizza delivered just for him. $35+ for dinner.
As we waited for the second pizza, we got a call that Sparky's Grandpa is not doing well. Rather scary things are happening. Grandma is not, consequently, doing well either. Bummer. I like my pa-in-law a lot.
About 9:30 HWDNEiP's grandma called to let us know that his mom has taken herself to the emergency room. She has MS, so she's put off the inevitable too long. Since the parents are divorced, this means a bit of shift in our drop-off plan for him. Who is on our last nerve by now. [really, I like kids most of the time....]
Up this morning to prep for Sunday School. Guess what! HWDNEiP won't eat breakfast!! At least, none of the myriad choices we have. So we do the church stuff and go to Dunkin' Donuts--having established that he WILL eat those (now severely downgraded in my brain, just because of this!).
By the time his dad picks him up--11 a.m.--Beast has shouted at him once, and I've come down on him twice. JUST THIS MORNING alone. Low blood-sugar from not enough food, a generally crappy diet, worry about his mom, terminal silliness...whatever. I'm glad he's not my problem to solve for the rest of today.
Good stuff: the rodent babies are thriving, apparently Grandpa's condition is improving somewhat, and Sparky and I have nearly finished his Christmas jigsaw...
Now I hear yelling between the two male humans in the house. Wonder if I should intervene. Naah.
Days like this make me glad for many things. They also leave me feeling mildly nauseous.
...picked up pizza and garlic bread and brought them home for dinner which included, as a guest, Sparky's friend, He Who Does Not Eat in Public. Oops: Beast only ordered one pizza, with stuff on it; no plain cheese 'za for HWDNEiP. So we were again subjected to pouting (he'd already done The Pout at lunch with Beast, Sparky and Katherine). We ended up having another pizza delivered just for him. $35+ for dinner.
As we waited for the second pizza, we got a call that Sparky's Grandpa is not doing well. Rather scary things are happening. Grandma is not, consequently, doing well either. Bummer. I like my pa-in-law a lot.
About 9:30 HWDNEiP's grandma called to let us know that his mom has taken herself to the emergency room. She has MS, so she's put off the inevitable too long. Since the parents are divorced, this means a bit of shift in our drop-off plan for him. Who is on our last nerve by now. [really, I like kids most of the time....]
Up this morning to prep for Sunday School. Guess what! HWDNEiP won't eat breakfast!! At least, none of the myriad choices we have. So we do the church stuff and go to Dunkin' Donuts--having established that he WILL eat those (now severely downgraded in my brain, just because of this!).
By the time his dad picks him up--11 a.m.--Beast has shouted at him once, and I've come down on him twice. JUST THIS MORNING alone. Low blood-sugar from not enough food, a generally crappy diet, worry about his mom, terminal silliness...whatever. I'm glad he's not my problem to solve for the rest of today.
Good stuff: the rodent babies are thriving, apparently Grandpa's condition is improving somewhat, and Sparky and I have nearly finished his Christmas jigsaw...
Now I hear yelling between the two male humans in the house. Wonder if I should intervene. Naah.
Days like this make me glad for many things. They also leave me feeling mildly nauseous.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Gonna be a great day!
It's 7:50 a.m. and on the way to drop the boy off at school and to work after that, I got yelled at by a cop. There was an accident on one of the heavily-used country roads into town: emergency vehicles all over the place. Sparky told me about them as we approached (as if I couldn't see them!) and warned me to slow down. Of course, I was already. As we started to pass the first police car, the cop directing traffic yelled at me to SLOW DOWN!! Well, I couldn't be going all that fast: I was in first gear and following another car.
The worst part is that it was just what Sparky said, which meant he was right and I was wrong. Somehow I expect that may be happening more and more often in the future.... I hate being wrong. ;-)
On a lighter note, Sparky has discovered anti-perspirant (as opposed to anti-perspirant). It sounds cute when he says it, and I told him he sounds faintly British. Along the lines of vit.a.min (we say vi.ta.min) and garridge (we say garage). Oh, my favorite: geezer for geyser. Puts a whole new spin on Old Faithful. [giggle]
Btw, I'm not sure he actually needs to use the article itself. It was a freebie at their "health" talk in December, which in true American head-in-the-sand fashion was all about hair growth and body odor. Not once was sperm mentioned to the boys.... The girls got the whole schmear though, as there are a few who have already gotten their periods.
Time to get to work on the 30+ new books-on-CD, Fodor's Greece (which I'll spend 20 minutes leafing through wishing I could go back) and other continuations, 3 additions to sets of kids' books we have on standing order (countries, energy, American law "stuff"). And then the tipsy gift cart will get some attention: it is stacked 4 feet high.
THANK GOD for UB40!
The worst part is that it was just what Sparky said, which meant he was right and I was wrong. Somehow I expect that may be happening more and more often in the future.... I hate being wrong. ;-)
On a lighter note, Sparky has discovered anti-perspirant (as opposed to anti-perspirant). It sounds cute when he says it, and I told him he sounds faintly British. Along the lines of vit.a.min (we say vi.ta.min) and garridge (we say garage). Oh, my favorite: geezer for geyser. Puts a whole new spin on Old Faithful. [giggle]
Btw, I'm not sure he actually needs to use the article itself. It was a freebie at their "health" talk in December, which in true American head-in-the-sand fashion was all about hair growth and body odor. Not once was sperm mentioned to the boys.... The girls got the whole schmear though, as there are a few who have already gotten their periods.
Time to get to work on the 30+ new books-on-CD, Fodor's Greece (which I'll spend 20 minutes leafing through wishing I could go back) and other continuations, 3 additions to sets of kids' books we have on standing order (countries, energy, American law "stuff"). And then the tipsy gift cart will get some attention: it is stacked 4 feet high.
THANK GOD for UB40!
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
Wednesday
When did life get so crazy? I can almost date it to when I got my first CD-ROM of The Sims...and now the boy has refound it (because he gave up his GameBoy for Lent) and I'm rehooked. Errgh. Like I have time for THAT! ;-)
Talked to a friend last night. They are having huge problems with one of their kids. He has had trouble for as long as we can remember, and it's just gotten worse and worse, even with family counseling and individual counseling. They have him scheduled for psychiatric evaluation in a couple of weeks.
So, you're thinking, he's probably teenaged? Nope, he's 10. One of the most manipulative children I've ever met. He's such a good kid sometimes, and then he just, I don't know, disconnects somehow and can't rein himself in. And like Sparky, he's just starting that pre-hormone stage. They've even had him on a Ritalin-type medication for a couple of years, and while has kept him from spiralling completely off into space; now it's not working either.
It might help if his family situation was calmer (lots of kids in that house!) and he got more individual attention, but as it is he is constantly fighting for attention any way he can get it. Which means usually he gets negative attention; he really doesn't seem to know how to instigate positive attention. Like most situations, it's always easier to criticize than to make the effort to praise.
You'd think he and Sparky would be best friends being only a year apart, but they have never bonded all that well, and Sparky likes everyone, except at school. [ahem] It just seems odd to think that this kid is so messed up at such a young age. And it makes me sad. Sadder than sad. He is a beautiful child.
Would I go back to being a kid? Nope. Having them around sure keeps you honest about your past. Life was easier in a lot of ways, but in a lot of other ways it was still pretty complicated. Like a starving man trying to open a can of soup with a sharp stick while alone in the dark: no tools, or not the right tools, and no one to tell you what you need to do instead of what isn't working.
Whew. On the other hand, it makes my problems look minor. Moment of gratefulness for the Pretty Cool Kid I have....
Talked to a friend last night. They are having huge problems with one of their kids. He has had trouble for as long as we can remember, and it's just gotten worse and worse, even with family counseling and individual counseling. They have him scheduled for psychiatric evaluation in a couple of weeks.
So, you're thinking, he's probably teenaged? Nope, he's 10. One of the most manipulative children I've ever met. He's such a good kid sometimes, and then he just, I don't know, disconnects somehow and can't rein himself in. And like Sparky, he's just starting that pre-hormone stage. They've even had him on a Ritalin-type medication for a couple of years, and while has kept him from spiralling completely off into space; now it's not working either.
It might help if his family situation was calmer (lots of kids in that house!) and he got more individual attention, but as it is he is constantly fighting for attention any way he can get it. Which means usually he gets negative attention; he really doesn't seem to know how to instigate positive attention. Like most situations, it's always easier to criticize than to make the effort to praise.
You'd think he and Sparky would be best friends being only a year apart, but they have never bonded all that well, and Sparky likes everyone, except at school. [ahem] It just seems odd to think that this kid is so messed up at such a young age. And it makes me sad. Sadder than sad. He is a beautiful child.
Would I go back to being a kid? Nope. Having them around sure keeps you honest about your past. Life was easier in a lot of ways, but in a lot of other ways it was still pretty complicated. Like a starving man trying to open a can of soup with a sharp stick while alone in the dark: no tools, or not the right tools, and no one to tell you what you need to do instead of what isn't working.
Whew. On the other hand, it makes my problems look minor. Moment of gratefulness for the Pretty Cool Kid I have....
Saturday, March 06, 2004
New Look
I'm slowly figuring out this code stuff. I only have two issues left to figure out (ha ha ha) and then I can really get creative.
I'm not a Tolkien fanatic, but this site is kind of fun if you're into literature and have a basic knowledge of LOTR.
Not much else going on. It's chore day, I need to bake Communion bread and take it to church, the boy has homework and The Beast is....
Phoning in the meter reading
Vacuuming spackle dust in the basement
Cleaning the electronic air filter
Changing the oil in both vehicles
Working on other assorted jobs as assigned, like rehanging the curtain rod in our bedroom so the curtains hang above the WHOLE frame. ;-)
I will attempt to avoid work by alphabetizing my closet and prepping for Sunday School.
I'm not a Tolkien fanatic, but this site is kind of fun if you're into literature and have a basic knowledge of LOTR.
Not much else going on. It's chore day, I need to bake Communion bread and take it to church, the boy has homework and The Beast is....
Phoning in the meter reading
Vacuuming spackle dust in the basement
Cleaning the electronic air filter
Changing the oil in both vehicles
Working on other assorted jobs as assigned, like rehanging the curtain rod in our bedroom so the curtains hang above the WHOLE frame. ;-)
I will attempt to avoid work by alphabetizing my closet and prepping for Sunday School.
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Sick boys
I'm surrounded by them. One's got a cold, the other one has been crashed out with an upset stomach since 5:15. Good thing I had a meeting, or I would have had to be Nurse Nancy. Not my forte.
Got nothing done at work today except the reserves. Couldn't settle with anything at 12:30 when I finished. Part of the reason is because more information was fed into the database called "What is Going On at School" by the mom of a friend of Sparky's. This kid is also being berated, in his case because he's very bright and talks "nerdy." [come on, you all know what I mean!] He's a great kid. He doesn't want to go to school on Friendship Day because he "only has 3 friends." We've been hearing that all year at our house. This is so discouraging.
I'm going to go read about the thorn in Paul's side and try to amuse myself picturing him as the father of a Tween. Clearly if he'd lived today, his wife would have left him, giving him more ammo to use in his hatefulness-towards-women campaign. One can only hope that his Tween is a boy; imagine the damage he'd do to a daughter. On the other hand, she'd probably have him sewn up and willing to do anything for her. I know a few single dads of daughters like this... Anyway, Paul would never have time to write letters to his churches if he was a single dad. I don't have time to write letters to anyone and I'm NOT a single parent!
Levoxyl, toothbrush, jammies and bed with flashlight so as not to bother Sickie Hubby while I read.
Got nothing done at work today except the reserves. Couldn't settle with anything at 12:30 when I finished. Part of the reason is because more information was fed into the database called "What is Going On at School" by the mom of a friend of Sparky's. This kid is also being berated, in his case because he's very bright and talks "nerdy." [come on, you all know what I mean!] He's a great kid. He doesn't want to go to school on Friendship Day because he "only has 3 friends." We've been hearing that all year at our house. This is so discouraging.
I'm going to go read about the thorn in Paul's side and try to amuse myself picturing him as the father of a Tween. Clearly if he'd lived today, his wife would have left him, giving him more ammo to use in his hatefulness-towards-women campaign. One can only hope that his Tween is a boy; imagine the damage he'd do to a daughter. On the other hand, she'd probably have him sewn up and willing to do anything for her. I know a few single dads of daughters like this... Anyway, Paul would never have time to write letters to his churches if he was a single dad. I don't have time to write letters to anyone and I'm NOT a single parent!
Levoxyl, toothbrush, jammies and bed with flashlight so as not to bother Sickie Hubby while I read.
Thursday already?!
I'm preparing for the great slog through the 631 holds our library currently has outstanding (up from 582 two weeks ago). Last year this time we had 428. Hmmm.
But part of that preparation is listening to Sting and avoiding work. ...just for 10 minutes....
Quick summary of the week:
Sales Guy, a.k.a. Beast, sold some of his new product finally. This has been an ongoing problem for his boss and higher-ups. Hurrah. Hope his Big Presentation goes well today.
I started a reflog while on the desk yesterday for 3 hours. It is enlightening. To me at least. And fun to do.
No in-school suspensions this week. hah
Just news that the entire classroom, plus a few of the other 5th grades, are pretty much in lock-down because of their behavior towards one another. Among other privileges revoked, they are all back to having to line up together after recess and before lunch to use the bathroom, just like in 1st grade. No more trips by themselves. Glad to know that, at 6 months into the school-year, the teachers have finally noticed. The next incident we hear about of our kid being hassled, I call the principal and school board. Guess it pays to work with former teachers, former school board members and current both!
Bible study last night. Real study. We're doing Ephesians. Some people need to study history, however. One person kept trying to say that cities 2000 years ago were more homogeneous (sp?) than they are now, that everyone was pretty of the same mindset and belief system, not to mention ethnic background. Huh. But the study materials are by a publisher I've used on my own before, and liked.
Tomorrow is a big Dewey day. We get to talk about the changes in 22 and what they mean to us. Sounds fun, no?? As if that weren't enough, we then get to talk about places catalogers can keep up-to-date on changes in "things" overall. All this in about 6 hours, with a lunch break. Where is the Dr. Pepper?? I may even need Jolt!
Avoidance has to end. Time to get these reserves organized.
But part of that preparation is listening to Sting and avoiding work. ...just for 10 minutes....
Quick summary of the week:
Sales Guy, a.k.a. Beast, sold some of his new product finally. This has been an ongoing problem for his boss and higher-ups. Hurrah. Hope his Big Presentation goes well today.
I started a reflog while on the desk yesterday for 3 hours. It is enlightening. To me at least. And fun to do.
No in-school suspensions this week. hah
Just news that the entire classroom, plus a few of the other 5th grades, are pretty much in lock-down because of their behavior towards one another. Among other privileges revoked, they are all back to having to line up together after recess and before lunch to use the bathroom, just like in 1st grade. No more trips by themselves. Glad to know that, at 6 months into the school-year, the teachers have finally noticed. The next incident we hear about of our kid being hassled, I call the principal and school board. Guess it pays to work with former teachers, former school board members and current both!
Bible study last night. Real study. We're doing Ephesians. Some people need to study history, however. One person kept trying to say that cities 2000 years ago were more homogeneous (sp?) than they are now, that everyone was pretty of the same mindset and belief system, not to mention ethnic background. Huh. But the study materials are by a publisher I've used on my own before, and liked.
Tomorrow is a big Dewey day. We get to talk about the changes in 22 and what they mean to us. Sounds fun, no?? As if that weren't enough, we then get to talk about places catalogers can keep up-to-date on changes in "things" overall. All this in about 6 hours, with a lunch break. Where is the Dr. Pepper?? I may even need Jolt!
Avoidance has to end. Time to get these reserves organized.
Monday, March 01, 2004
Random thinking
In the course of updating my book-blog, a couple of things gelled in my head. I have finished a book by Francine Prose called "After."
One of thoughts that's been banging around the back of my head is about the video of the little girl being abducted in Florida....WHY was there a security camera there? Has anyone explained that? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad they caught that creep, but what ELSE is being filmed every day...? It just makes me wonder how often we are filmed going about our daily lives, unaware that Someone is watching. And I DON'T mean God...that doesn't make me paranoid. Although maybe it should.
Veering off tangentially, I wonder why I'm so much more worried about being caught on film by people than by the idea that God knows not only what I DO, but what I'm thinking. Including all the crap... [I actually think I understand this, but don't want to go off on a Reformed Theology, John Calvin-John Knox rant here. Maybe some other time.]
OK, anyway, along with the book and the videotape is the third piece of this "Boing" moment: The Beast put a Books-on-Tape box out in our mailbox to be returned to the company in exchange for his newly ordered tapes. The mailman wouldn't take it on Saturday. Instead he left the following note, on and official U.S. Postal Service Routing Slip: "Sorry, you must bring packages at this weight to the post office, as a wartime security measure. --Mark 2/28/04" [italics mine]
The box is NOT sealed. The outside is pre-printed with the Books on Tape mailing info with our name in the 'returned by' area. It clearly states that there are 12 tapes in the box--when you open it...voila! 12 tapes.
What is going on in this country?
One of thoughts that's been banging around the back of my head is about the video of the little girl being abducted in Florida....WHY was there a security camera there? Has anyone explained that? Don't get me wrong, I'm glad they caught that creep, but what ELSE is being filmed every day...? It just makes me wonder how often we are filmed going about our daily lives, unaware that Someone is watching. And I DON'T mean God...that doesn't make me paranoid. Although maybe it should.
Veering off tangentially, I wonder why I'm so much more worried about being caught on film by people than by the idea that God knows not only what I DO, but what I'm thinking. Including all the crap... [I actually think I understand this, but don't want to go off on a Reformed Theology, John Calvin-John Knox rant here. Maybe some other time.]
OK, anyway, along with the book and the videotape is the third piece of this "Boing" moment: The Beast put a Books-on-Tape box out in our mailbox to be returned to the company in exchange for his newly ordered tapes. The mailman wouldn't take it on Saturday. Instead he left the following note, on and official U.S. Postal Service Routing Slip: "Sorry, you must bring packages at this weight to the post office, as a wartime security measure. --Mark 2/28/04" [italics mine]
The box is NOT sealed. The outside is pre-printed with the Books on Tape mailing info with our name in the 'returned by' area. It clearly states that there are 12 tapes in the box--when you open it...voila! 12 tapes.
What is going on in this country?
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