As the title of this post says, I think I must be crazy. It is shortly before 2:00 am, and I'm sitting up in the living room, because I can't sleep, because I'm having a creative fit. I discovered some years ago that I apparently have a recessive artistic temperament that usually resides in the proverbial closet, and sticks its head out on occasion - usually at the most inconvenient times. The dominant engineer in me often wonders just where in the blazes this recessive crazy artist-wanna-be came from.
Well... I really didn't intend to leave the blog sitting on a low note for so long. The semester is now over, and my usual natural optimism has been starting to reassert itself. Arazyr and I have been catching up on Dr. Who, and I just finished a pair of socks. (I may post pics and link to pattern, later). I've actually been having brief snippets of time in which I actually get sort of bored. I'm hoping this is a sign that I'll have time to write again, soon. Well, a certain little girl has just informed me that it is time to go to bed. And since, well...
As part of my nursing requirements, I am required to take a philosophy class. Medical Ethics, to be specific. I'm taking it now, and I can hardly wait for it to be over. Not because of the prof, though I waffle almost daily on whether I like or dislike him. Overall, I think I can deal with him. It is coping with a class that necessarily deals so much in ethical dilemmas. People often rant about how people deny or are blind to the truth, but if half the stuff covered in this class is true, I can see why they do. To protect their sanity.
Well, will you look at that - a blog entry after a mere 6 month silence! Yeah, I know - I'm a terrible blogger. But that's ok, because all you non-existent readers are a terrible audience! There you go, we deserve each other.
I want to cry. Seriously. A few minutes ago, while trying to reduce the pile of cloth items that invariably accumulates in the laundry basket that habitually sits atop the dryer, I found a black (I thought) partially felted sock. I thought, "That's odd, I don't remember doing any worsted weight black socks in any yarn that would felt..."
"Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things." -- Philippians 4:8
Dear Guy Outside the Library, who asked me to sign your petition on my way in,
In a move I totally cannot explain, this morning, when I woke up at 7:00 am, I decided to get up, throw on some sweats and sneakers, and go went for a run around the block, while Arazyr started the process of getting Big Girl up for preschool. I'm still not sure where this impulse came from, nor how long it will last. This could be interesting.
By the way, this is the second of two sequential days, blogging! What's next? A clean house?
I had a very odd experience, today - I woke up with a rather strange urge to exercise and track my calories. Not sure what's up with that, but I hope it sticks around!
Dear Michigan legistlators:
I am a Westland resident, and I am writing to you today on behalf of my daughter, who will be five years old, this November. Our local school system has always observed a December 1 birthday cutoff date for school enrollment, so today, we attended her Kindergarten Round-up. While there, we were informed that Senate Bill 315-316 and House Bill 4513, currently under consideration, would, if passed, mandate a change in the cutoff from December 1 to September 1, rendering her ineligible for kindergarten this year, because of her November birthday.