Blog of the Day ... September 28, 06

The GRE, Graduate Record Exam. It even sounds intimidating. How to study? How to eat an elephant ... one bite at a time. I have 30 days, no; I have 39 days. sigh. I was excited for Trina, now I'm terrified for myself. I like the first way better.

Hawthorne, Melville and Poe. The three giants of the 1800's and New England. My old stomping ground; New England. Cities in Vermont are still trying to secede from the United States. Illegal aliens are struggling to find a place in the United States and a young black woman filling out a job application tries to select Arizona as the country she lives in. States juggle for a bigger piece of the money pie, politicians try to balance selling out their constituents with supporting them and fail on both ends. According to one wise high school senior there is no hunger in America. Is a balance between prosperity and personal freedom possible when the hunger for more cannot be satisfied?

So much is awry in some many areas at once. It's like trying to stop a flood with a sieve.

Blog of the Day ... September 2006

Where did it go. It was just May a minute ago and now it's nearly October. Hang on September, hang on. Don't run away, I will stop chasing you, I promise. My little girl, 35 yesterday and only six the day before.

I'm prepping for the subject test for the GRE, November 4th. Ohh am I nervous. No, not really. It's not life or death, it's only money and school.

Jessica and Jennifer are still here. Aaron started kindergarten and Jessica is in first grade. Sara and Katlyn start high school next year, the twins are close to middle school and Missy is in the middle of elementary school. Melissa is working where Susie was, Susie's in Colorado and mom is living with Frances. Jerry's better and then worse, but still bowling and my hip is starting to burn in the morning. MTV is starting to look like the mid-70's again with more skin this time and Vietnam is raging in Iraq.

I'm surviving Algebra, French is fantastic and Hawthorne is never out of date. Moby Dick is interminable and Poe depressingly desperate. I can feel the dark gloomy winter days as they leap from his pen.

And life goes on ....

but slow down ..