Spring Break is nearly over

It's Thursday already. How did that happen? I haven't graded any papers. In fact, I've been avoiding checking my school email. Instead, I've been reading, sketching, cooking, shopping, and watching some tv. Right now I have some laundry churning away, but even that minor task has me feeling resentful.

While we were in CoMo, we had breakfast at Denny's with our younger son. Both my husband and I ordered from the Seniors 55+ menu, which seemed to horrify our son. But face it--we're going to be 60 this year. And folks, I am tired. I am jealous that Mary has just retired, and there's no way I can retire. I did find out from my son with the law degree that I will have my student loan debt forgiven after I've taught ten years post degree. So if I can just make it until 2017 to retire (gee, only another six years!), I at least won't have to worry about that monthly debt. (It's true only for people who engage in a public service like teaching.)

This morning I made lemon-ginger scones and served them with lemon curd. Delicious and something different for breakfast. I confess to using a mix since I am not much of a cook at the best of times.

On the way back from Fayetteville, we stopped at a rest stop. As I stepped out of the car, I saw something on the ground near my feet. It was four $20 bills, folded together. No one else was around, and this rest stop is self-service (no workers). I am forced, despite the guilt, to keep the money, but I hope to do something good with it, not spend it on myself. My husband reminded me that we give (generously) to a number of causes, and while we both feel bad for the person who lost the money (what if it was all that person had?), there is no logical way to get the money back to the loser.

I have not experienced the computer cursor jumping, so I have decided that the mouse at the apartment must be the culprit.

Daniel gave me a beautiful piece of pottery. They sell it at Best of the West, where he apprentices. He is apparently endearing himself to the owner, who has now trusted him enough to give him a key and codes to the various locks and safes. I have not seen Daniel so relaxed, confident, and happy as he was during our visit in such a long time. He smiled a lot, he talked a lot (but not in that rambling, ranting way he had before), and he seemed so normal. Fingers crossed.

My husband is engaged in a war of words with Comcast right now. They have been charging us for something we don't have, and when principle is involved, he makes mountains out of molehills. I'm not happy about being charged $7.95 a month for something we don't have either, but he'll pursue this injustice until he gains satisfaction. I must be rubbing off on him. As I repeatedly tell people (my sons, for instance), the only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good people to do nothing. (quoting someone here, but I forget the name.)

We are also getting a lot of phone calls from some place that calls itself Card Services. It's a robo-call, so I just hang up. But they called twice yesterday, the first time at 8:40 a.m. This must stop.

I don't think I mentioned that my permanent crown had come in, so last Thursday, instead of having the temporary crown re-installed, I got the permanent crown. It feels good. But there for a while, we weren't sure we would be able to get it in, since my teeth had "migrated" slightly during the two days the temporary crown had been off. Dr. Ted worked diligently, though, even if I did accidentally bite him. He told me to bite down on the roll of cotton (to help set the crown in place), and I bit more quickly than he'd expected, getting his finger instead. Then I got tickled because I kept remembering the squirrel biting my husband, thinking his finger was a peanut.

I'm hungry. Guess it's time to forage for lunch.