What??!!! This is my 600th blog, and I'm not rich and famous yet? To that, I say: "Good!" I never began blogging with the idea that others would find me a must-read. I write for myself. If others read me, they do so because they want to, and what they take from it, or add to it, is up to them.
On that note: it's been raining rather heavily today. I awoke to thunder. By then, Esteemed Spouse was already off for his day of golf. Finding that the local golf courses were being deluged, he and his motley crew headed north to Big Rapids. The rain is barely brushing that area, so maybe they'll get lucky and not get rained out (nor struck by lightning).
One of my FSU colleagues noted that there are exactly three weeks left till the first day of classes. NO! NO! NO! I cannot bear it. My lazy self is enjoying this summer far too much. I need to get started with my class prep, and I really do not want to. If I pull out a textbook and start planning the semester, that will mean that summer is over.
I have reluctantly allowed my sister-in-law DC to friend me on Facebook. That will probably lead to trouble. Sigh. If trouble does begin, then I'll just get off Facebook entirely. I'd have a lot more time for other things if I did.
I am worried about my younger son. He's discovered that the man he was going to room with and apprentice with has apparently gotten really paranoid as he's aged. So Daniel is wisely not staying there with the man, and it's still up in the air as to whether he will apprentice with him. We would really rather he come up here and go to college here, where he would have free room and board and a chance at a possible future. I worry that if he tries to have an in-depth interaction with this man, that their two paranoid natures will collide and they'll end up in violence. But trying to convince my son to do something that he doesn't think is his own idea: well, try to herd a cat or nail jello to a tree.
Additionally, though my son gets money from Social Security, it isn't enough to support him without his having roommates. He isn't having a lot of luck getting a new place to stay in Columbia, MO. (I won't even suggest that he try to stay with his ex-wife. I'm sure she would rather he not.) All the people he knows are either married or in a relationship that precludes having a boarder. And my older son has said that he cannot allow his brother to move back in with him. He too would like Daniel to come here.
Last night I dreamed that my mother's house had been vandalized, and I was trying to help her get things back in order. Christmas decorations and ornaments were everywhere. (Odd, since she had relatively few things like that.) In my dream, my mother gave me a pen that had belonged to her youngest brother, my uncle who was slightly younger than I am. (He died from pancreatic cancer a few years ago.) That was comforting. I felt like it was a good message.
Today's photo is one I've "stolen" from my cousin, who also steals photos from me, so no biggie. It's my mother's remaining siblings: Eula, Sherman, and Ellen. Already deceased are Geneva, Bill, Jim, and of course, Mama. I also have a photo of Ellen as a little girl. So incredibly beautiful! All of them (except Bill, maybe) were really attractive people, and I think for folks in their 70s, my aunts and uncle look pretty good. Aunt Ellen (the blonder woman) looks a lot like my grandfather's mother.
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