August in Mississippi

Once again I am visiting my daughter, who lives in the South, in the summer.



Once again, her next visit to us in the North is scheduled for November.

I don't know why this happens- well, I guess I do. Even though we have never, in our family, taken the traditional path in education, we still find ourselves tied to the academic calendar. That's why I often end up in Mississippi in the summer.

And in our family, the tradition is that we all gather at my home for Thanksgiving in November.

Given the climate, sometimes I wonder if some *small* adjustments might be made... winter holidays in the South, perhaps?

serial killer

There is a serial killer in Flint. This is just about my back yard.

Where does this insanity come from? How can it go on so long without catching a knife-wielding killer?

why spider solitaire is great

Spider solitaire on my new computer is fun, great, and addictive.

You do have to think, look, see patterns-- BUT if you hit the M key, you will get a hint.

If you have tried everything, you can back up, look over your past moves, and try again.

And again. And again. Until you get it right. Your patience will eventually be rewarded.

But, if you are running out of time, and it's not worth it anymore, you can make it vanish from your life with just one click.

And, if you have had too long a run of no time and stress, and your statistics are too low, you can make your history vanish and start again with a completely clean slate.

I wouldn't mind having the M key in my life on occasion.

Why is it that I get great writing ideas when I can't write?

I distinctly remember telling myself: that's a great idea! remember that idea when you get out of the car and write yourself a note so that you can put that in your blog.

But do I remember the IDEA that I was telling myself to write about? NOOOO!

Why do BRILLIANT ideas occur to me when I am driving? Or otherwise engaged so that I cannot write down the germ of the idea?

Just a phrase or two would capture it; but try as I might to chant the phrase internally, it still dissolves like morning mist before I find pen and paper.

what is the purpose of having a baby toe?

I smashed my baby toe yesterday. Twice. And it hurts. It's probably broken.

Baby toes seem to get smashed more often than other toes. At least mine do.

Why do we still have baby toes? Do we need them for balance? To complete the little piggie song and sing wee, wee, wee all the way home?

I don't even think toes in general, or baby toes in particular, are attractive.

Maybe the only purpose they have is to get hurt. On the edge. But protecting the rest of the toes and your foot.