I seem to have misplaced two days. How do I do that? Well, it appears that I decided to relive April memories by getting food poisoning, AGAIN, from a Stromboli from Dairy Mart. I will eventually learn from my mistakes. Luckily, I didn't get bonus food poisoning from my own jar of salad dressing (I don't mind if people share my bounty, but they should at least use clean silverware), so I seem to have recovered much quicker this time.

I have some memories of the past couple of days. I am just a little blurry on which day they were. This could be because after working on Tuesday, I came home and did what sick hobbits do best. I took a long nap. When I woke up, I watched some television in an attempt to ignore my belly (I don't recommend medical dramas so much when you're sick, btw). Then I went back to bed and curled up for a while before it became apparent that I was not going to sleep.

I finally crawled back out of bed, found some real clothes, and dragged my somewhat confused self to the hobbitmobile. I think midnight may actually be the best time for me to drive. I didn't see many cars. I was relaxed enough not to do the neurotic things that make even me wish I weren't on the road. Besides, you can sneak up on unsuspecting cars in the parking lot and peer at them in the darkness with naughty naughty thoughts of repairs and polishing. Yes, I saw a car I regularly see and want to do some body work to, so I parked next to it and wandered into the store.

On my return, I found that the owner of the car was sitting in his car eating something. *blush* Needless to say, I hopped into the hobbitmobile hoping for a quick getaway. The hobbitmobile resisted this (perhaps, it wanted to continue its brief visit with the sexy car). I glanced over and saw the owner of the sexy car looking at my car and I as if we should both go die somewhere. Normally, I might have been a tad offended, but I couldn't help but think that if I had his car, I wouldn't be letting it rust away into oblivion. *sigh* And my car, albeit a piece of crap, is a piece of crap by design not because I don't bother to try to fix it. In fact, I have a vague memory of replacing my silver duck tape with black duck tape to make my car that much cooler.

I have felt a bit popular lately. My facebook wall was the place to be on Tuesday. Yesterday, despite the general anger of my poisoned tummy, I seemed to be getting lots of return calls. And tonight, I have had chances to hang out with four "groups" (though I was banned from one of the groups by one participant). Ah well, I still know I am loved by ladies and hobbits and that is all a hobbit really needs besides...Well, that is my little secret...

So Furgoo has moved back in with his father. I think Lil' Guy and Rodney miss him. Ziggy still has men to wail on, so she is good. I think she is rubbing off on me. I almost felt tempted to leap out at Lil' Guy and strike him myself. Tomorrow I may try curling up in a paper bag for a nap. Anyone know where a giant's house is?

So I am still fairly popular. I think it is because I like to get dressed up and help people eat food. Oh please, invite me to wear a costume and eat with you...Anyway, I joined some friends for a henna party this afternoon. My foot is still steeping. I wish my digital camera were not dead, so I could have taken some pictures just in case I smeared it too much when I snuck my feet into my sandals. I am sorry. I just can't be a true hobbit when I know some of the exciting things that happen in this wild and crazy city at night. Anyway, what happened at a henna party stays at a henna party (well, aside from the artwork that is produced there which shall be shared by all).

and throw it away, like they do with me. Whee!

In the interest of promoting happiness, which is my goal for May (to follow my poetry month participation with something jazzy), I am going to try to record wonderful moments and honor wonderful people. I guess this will defeat the intentions of those who want my attention. I've never figured out the need for negative attention, even though I garner a lot of it with my wild and crazy moments. So what's good in the world this week?

Well, the weekend turned out to be rather peaceful. I began work on two more Christmas presents. Working on them simultaneously is not quite working out for me. I will have to pick one and finish it. I also didn't do much in the way of tackling my big pile of projects. This could be because my brain went haywire and mentally added to it. I have to work on my inspirational self-control. Not that inspiration is a bad thing, but I only have so many hours in the day, and I am not yet being paid for simply being fabulous. Feel free to make an offer on that though.

I should follow up on the henna party. Three of the participants met up at their church this Sunday and compared notes. One of my favorite past home teachers found this very amusing as we pointed our toes, looked and nodded, pointed our toes again and beamed at each other. Then we hurried to our seats to be more reverent. A bit later, I realized that three darling little boys and one lap is not a good equation, so I joined Karnsy in child appreciation. I confess that I am confused about one of the talks because it sounded like random Thomas the Tank Engine facts to me.

Yesterday also held good opportunities for hanging out with awesome people. I found out who was really not in town when I started calling to find people to join up for hijinks. Luckily, Hot Chad, Hot Sara, and Hot Dave wanted to hang with this other Hot Hobbit. We had some "healthy" food from Eat-n-Park, and then took a nice long walk in the dark. Someday, we're going to take these hikes when it is light out. Then they'll be able to see my puffed out cheeks as I clamber up the hill thinking about conies and taters. I have to love my taters...

Today was a little less exciting. I came home and fed the cats. They seem to enjoy that. Then I resumed working on two Christmas presents and one other random project. Now I am pondering what to clean before I roll into bed and annoy Ziggy...

Indeed, I miss those friends who sat quietly waiting for me to return from school. They never wanted much more than to be occasionally dropped into a bowl of oatmeal while I played with them. Looking at them now, I suppose it is obvious they could have used a little less fun in the dirt and more bath time, but I miss them just the same. Of course, I am an adult now, so I know better than to play with my imaginary friends. Instead, I can surround myself with faux amis or false cognates that I have to remember on those rare chances I take to use my French.

The day started off pretty good (would have been better if I was into GTA). I managed to start the hobbitmobile once more and survive the odors and noises it makes just for me. I then did what any self-respecting hobbit would do. I drove to worK. I found that all of my favorite parking places were taken by studious seminary students (they get up at like 5 in the morning to go study the gospel) or missionaries. Awesome, trusting people in nametags were free-floating through the parking lot. Apparently, I can't spread rumors. They stood around smiling and waving at me with complete assurance that they were not about to become a prop for next year's Haunted House.

I found a spot small enough for my car. Okay, my car can almost fit into an overhead storage bin. It just wouldn't pass the weight limit or probably that test they always do to my luggage to see if I am carrying drugs or chemicals (or maybe midget criminals). That is neither here nor there. I parked, didn't see anyone cringing, made sure my lights were out, slammed my hip into the steering wheel (not so userfriendly is the sexiest car on the planet), and got out of the car. I stared at the happy people in nametags milling around. They took little notice of me, so I darted off toward work.

That is when it happened. One of the sisters told me how nice I looked. Ah, I so love my wardrobe. The outfit in question takes less time to throw on than jeans and a t-shirt and people think I am stylish to boot. Speaking of boots, that is usually where my trouble lies. I have to decide which boots to wear. This may be the year I have to splurge for new sandals. *sad face* Spending money makes me sad. Probably because I don't have any to spare. Anyway...

The day went as one can expect. I talked to myself. I found another cool name for my collection. I slapped some fiche around. I decided to jot a love letter to my mom for Mother's Day. I am morally obligated to after all. In my home-shire, Mother's Day is very important. I even got to sing badly at my boss. He and Bono will be celebrating their birthdays tomorrow (not together, sorry). We celebrated today with some donuts. I think the donut I ate was trying to make donut holes with the donut I detached it from, but I was feeling rather like a praying mantis...

And now? Now I am contemplating how much I love cotton. I have been on that topic for about a half hour now, so maybe I will go enjoy my cotton elsewhere...

are born out of adversity. This could explain some diabetics' deep and enduring love for all things containing sugar. It could also explain why Rodney continues to try to play with Ziggy despite her attempts to remove his face for him. Of course, some people can cause adveristy by trying to force a love that does not exist. I speak of those people who keep eating shellfish though they know it is going to make their face swell up and their lungs close off. I may even speak of those people who keep eating Dairy Mart strombolis despite their history of food poisoning from these miraculous balls of breaded pain...

Anyway, I decided to run a few tests to see what celebrities I look like. I came back with a ninety percent match for Christina Ricci. I find that fascinating and suddenly want to go chop off a doll's head. As you can see, I also bear a striking resemblance to Denise Richards, Jodie Foster, Uma Thurman, Willow (hehe), Annette Benning and the lead singer from Garbage. I am a psychotic superhero with nice lungs?

Never one to give up easy, I had to look again. I look like Angelina Jolie??? Time to get that long-awaited lip liposuction, I guess. The only other person I recognize here is Sandra Bullock. My love life feels as bizarre as hers is in movies. Does this mean I get to make out with Neo???

Scarlett Johansson, eh? I feel a little red myself right now. You may note that this picture also got me Denise Richards and Annette Benning again. Who knew I was so hot? Please tell me I don't have to make out with Leo though...

I have to get my confirmation from at least three sources, so I have that covered, but I am an overachiever. Tia Carrere, eh? Excellent. Party time. I also feel a little spicy and like a queen. Hopefully, I don't find myself faced with a last holiday though I should go skiing again before I die.

So I decided to go one more round with the picture palace, using a picture that has my lovely glasses--just to check. I got Michelle Rodriguez again and a bonafide supermodel. (I admit some of these other famous people may be supermodels, as well. It may be why I had no commentary on them.)

I think that is enough for me. Feel free to post to my guestbook on your own thoughts of my look-a-likes. Oh, if you go play, don't be offended when they offer you some men who look like you. I, apparently, have some common features with Alec Guinness, so maybe the force is strong with this one after all ;)

"Happiness is a by-product of what we share with others." ~Douglas M. Lawson

"There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy." ~Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

"Happy is the one who forgets that which cannot be changed." ~German Proverb

"No one can make you inferior without your consent." ~Eleanor Roosevelt

"You are unique, and if that is not fulfilled, then something has been lost." ~Martha Graham (1893-1991)

"The first and worst of all frauds is to cheat oneself." ~Gamaliel Bailey (1807-1859)

"In our play we reveal what kind of people we are." ~Ovid

"It takes time to succeed because success is merely the natural reward of taking time to do anything well." ~Joseph Ross

"I train myself for triumph by knowing it is mine no matter what." ~Audre Lorde (1934-1992)

"Deeds count, not words." ~Jewish Proverb

"Some of us learned early on that there is no facelift that works better than love, that nothing clears the sinuses better than a kiss, and there is no pension plan to compare with the prospect of spending your years with someone who promises to love, honor, and cherish you." ~Lois Wyse

"To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind." ~Theophile Gautier (1811-1872)

"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy." ~Martin Luther King, Jr.

I decided to take Friday off. Without the excitement of my every day work tasks, what more could I have to say than all the quotes that have been piling up in my inbox? Yes, you already got to read the fruit of my quote assessment. Now, you too, can be inspired by random people from the ages. I did more than read e-mail though.

I started the morning with a venture into those locked up recesses of my mind. I finally got my muse to come out to play for a bit. That is always good. it brings me one step closer to finishing another of my unfinished projects. From there I moved on to rearranging my room most avidly. This was interrupted by a rather peaceful and reassuring lunch with a beautiful Rachel (all the boys are jealous that we didn't invite them). We ate and ate and then she had to desert me for that charming entity called work. I returned to my hobbithole and prepared for battle.

I retrieved my rusty vacuum from its stone and brushed off the cobwebs. I hefted it. I brought it forth into the light. Then I descended upon my unwitting victims. Into the burrow of the dust bunnies, I entered with trepidation. I addressed them with respect and then sucked their little lives away. So now my room is relatively dust bunny free. I fear that some may be hiding in the closet, but that is a task for another day.

I then came to another of those crucial decisions. I had to decide whether to attend a family affair or have dinner with some friends. As I thought I would feel uncomfortable at the family affair (not really my family), I decided to join my friends. A pretty girl squirted me with lemon so I could be all nice and acidic, but I think it actually sweetened me up. We enjoyed our meal and moved on to watch a movie. Then we disbanded to our own abodes for some studying, sleep, or singing as the case may be...

Sunday was another glorious day, complete with the chance to drive beautiful girls around in my sexy car. Once more, I remind us all to remember to turn our light out. And if we fail at that, get jumper cables or one of those awesome jumpstarters...

Et ce jour-la? I spent most of the day cleaning up some random things from my desk and making sure I have projects to keep me busy while one of our software packages is being updated. This is rather easy since I am me. So tomorrow and the next day shall find me happily occupied. Yes, with the fiche.

This evening we had a little birthday party for my roomie's brother. Everyone loves boxed chocolate cake. Ah, the easy road can bring satisfaction, but I have found I enjoy homemade cakes more. I am just a little too cramped for time to make such efforts. *shrug* Someday, I will live a life of ease. That will last about ten seconds before I find ways to fill my time...I can't help it. It must be the mermaid in me...If I stop swimming, I die...

Plays can defy description. Operas are the same way (especially if your Italian is bad or non-existent). The play of my life leads me more and more to one undeniable fact. What's that? Let me take you there in stages--stages to the stage as it were.

I have spent my life craving those shadows where I can watch others glitter. I have stepped onto the stage. I never felt out of my element being on display, but I didn't want to be there. Am I humble? I don't think so. I just don't want to be the center of attention. I don't want to be rich. I don't want to be admired or revered. I want to be remembered for the quirky way I giggle when I am feeling mischievious. I want to be remembered for a quiet gentle hand. I want to be known to those few who have it in them to appreciate me simply because I am, and not because I am a diva...

So I was reading in Luke (a diva who reads the Bible????), and I found myself reading his recollection of the parable of the talents (he calls them pounds, how British). I was reading it, thinking about all the lessons I have heard over the years. I was pondering how important it must be as it is repeated in multiple gospels (not to mention who told the parable to start with). Then I realized that I am the slothful servant. The only problem is, I wasn't slothful with one talent, as it were. Anyone who has been near me knows I have many of them (and the only one I have developed is ranting--which is not a useful talent unless you want a job on the View...or so I hear).

I guess it is about time for me to just face up to it. I was made to be on stage. I was made to be stared at because somehow staring at me gets people through their day. And if people want to watch me, I may as well give them something to watch, at last. Now the first thing we need to do is make ourselves presentable, so what do you recommend for my wardrobe or should I just start wearing more of it than my jeans and t-shirt?

Welcome to the stage, my bleeding belle
Step forward, you know these lines well
You've screamed them loud inside your head
They thought they'd kill you, see you dead
But the ashes that covered your shimmering face
Were another facade you put in place
Because you wanted the spotlight to shine down
On someone who didn't fear she could drown
In the seas of blessings that are in store
Open up, don't deny it anymore
I call you, summon you forth to take the stage
One more time, answer this, turn the page
And speak the lines, "I am worth more,
Than I was willing to admit ever before
And chains can't hold me anymore, cling tight
For I always had the strength, the voice, the might..."

High points of the day? I was standing by the side of the road, doing what I do best (checking out hot cars). A 2005 Eclipse crossed my path, so I checked it out. What could be more natural than that? Being checked out by the guy at the wheel of course. Ah, baby, you should have stopped. I would have loved to meet you and your car...

So it has been another exciting and people filled day in my world. No matter how hard I try, I just can't seem to steer clear of people (or cats).

The morning dawned clear and bright...Oh wait, I woke up already thinking, "I hear rain...mmm..." Now, as you all may recall from an earlier entry, I have an astonishing resemblance to Shirley Manson, so I am only happy when it rains. The hobbitmobile was feeling it to. It started right up with no trouble. I almost had a heart attack. I kind of think it likes going out for rides every day. I am so proud of it and would love to reward it with these daily treats, but gas prices seem to be climbing rather swiftly, so I may have to continue my hippie--gas saving--antics.

Anyway, I was prepared with more non-computer to keep me fully occupied until at least Friday. Those interesting IT people decided to surprise us though. We were ready to roll around nine in the morning (a little later for some since it takes time to go from computer to computer). So I got to return some of the rebel fiche to their drawers today. Don't worry, I am still stockpiling, so you can easily tell which desk is mine. As if the trash heap wasn't an indicator. And for those who may not be familiar with Fraggles, the trash heap is full of wisdom, so treat her with respect.

"The trash heap has spoken."

I am still looking for the secret to being a diva. I have mastered a few aspects, but I am not sure I have enough hours in the day to pull it off. Maybe I should become one of those obsessive people who makes "to do" lists and is forever trying to check them off. That could kill a tree or two. I always have more than enough goodies on my plate, but at least it keeps me off the streets, eh? Speaking of, I shall go off to those tasks since I really have nothing entertaining to share.

Well, in a few months this might matter to a few people, so I should let you know that I did update my wish list. Finally, updating my website has found some priority on my Project Path, so expect to see a few more updates to the site as I wiggle my way through my physical, mental, and theoretical projects. I just need to balance my time in order to do that, so for those of you who prayed for patience, waiting for this will just test that for you.

The weekend was busy--as one would expect with a diva. I spent a little time with my old friend the television, getting some seamstress's track marks on my fingertips. Then I shuffled about the house waiting for a prince of a girl to show up. Of course, this was so we could go meet up with the hot guys and bowl like we have never bowled before. By that, I mean that I got a strike. I was much less surprised by my two gutter ball filled rounds. I am not sure we will be going back for more fun, since the initiator of all this fun said it was his worst game ever. No, he did not defeat me for last place...

We traveled from there to Wings Ole. I found their salad good except for the beef I had them put on top. I think that beef would have been less disturbing if I couldn't see it, so I recommend soft tacos if you are in a beef mood. Their milkshake was quite tasty. For those who know the sordid tale of the demise of a certain fast food restaurant from my budget, I highly recommend going to Wings Ole for your shakes instead of that golden place...

The evening was topped off by a fabulous game of Apples to Apples with some friends of mine. I sympathized with some young ladies on older brothers with certain names. They giggled. It was cute. Man, I miss being sweet and innocent, but hanging out with sweet and innocent is pretty cool. I also recommend it...

So Saturday found me waking up a little later than I wanted. I did the impossible and realized I really am a girl. I went to get some gas and pick up a sensible baby party gift (baby wipes). I also found a cheap jacket and some cheap shirts to expand my wardrobe beyond insulting t-shirts. This just plays into one of my other project lists. After all, once I design and make some skirts to make more fabric go away, I need something to wear with them. Don't expect major wardrobe changes from me after this summer though. I am not that much of a girl...

The baby party was quite fun. You would think it wouldn't be, but my friends actually throw a wild party. I am trying to talk some of the girls into a) starting a catering business and b) letting me come eat at their houses. We'll see how that works out. The sad part about this event was realizing exactly how many people are moving away this summer. It's kind of awe-inspiring. Not everyone tries to put down roots in places they don't belong though...

Sunday found me doing what I do best, attending church functions. I even got to hang out with some awesome people in the evening and I won at Phase 10. I am still recovering from the shock...which was only deepened by winning at dominoes this evening. I may never be invited back...

Some of us find we need a little therapy. I find my therapy at work. I spend so much time there anyway that it is the best place to look. Yesterday I posited that no one can hold onto angry thoughts or other random misery if they are saying words such as "boo hag" and "knufflebunny". Indeed, children's books are full of such words. If you are particularly disgruntled, you should buy all the Dr. Seuss books that are available.

And what better therapy than this? Curling up with that one person who will always understand me though I may be hard to pin down. That person who will tackle me and makes me see that the clouds are only temporary. That person who will find fault with me and still love me. That person who, deep down, couldn't do a thing without me, but lets me go my own way because that is my right. Will more people like this come into my life? I can only hope, but for the moment, it doesn't matter.

I started the morning working on some smelly old maps. All my geologically inclined friends will love me more if they ever want to look at those. Why? Because they can find them now. It's the little things that can mean so much. Of course, I went from maps back to fiche. Fiche never lie, and that's the truth. The people who express ideas on them, however, are a different story. If people could stop trying to prove their lies to be true, the world would be less full of confusion. Maybe we should all be restricted until we prove ourselves worthy. Some of the fiche have "restricted" stamped across them, but it has been crossed off. (Not that I am for censorship. I am just tired of having to pretend I believe lies, so people can feel all redeemed...)

As a result of my ventures into a more hobbitesque wardrobe, I have come face to face with the re-realization that "She's no lady. She ain't nothing but a sister..." errr...I should behave more like a lady. I had to resist my temptations to jump up and down on the piles of paper in the trash while wearing a skirt. I resisted, well, mostly. I just used one foot to tamp down the paper. After all, the level of love the janitorial staff feels is proportional to what we leave for them to throw away, right?

Anyway, another secret that most ladies and princesses won't tell you is that glass slippers are not the best footwear for being sneaky. Even with a rubbery sole of some sort, they can make quite the clatter. This noise is more noticeable when going down carpetless, enclosed stairs. Luckily, no one seemed to be using the stairway in question as phone booth or I may have been hanged ceremoniously from a flagpole. That would also be rather unladylike.

I love George Sand. Have I mentioned it recently. She speaks and I feel for a moment that someone has felt as I feel. I wonder if she ever felt so betrayed by a world that was more willing to accept the dissolution of all that is good than the creation of something of beauty. Did she hide in her pages because there she could be assured of the ending? Is that why I linger here, in the pages of this website--because the world only promises to break my heart?

"I regard as a mortal sin not only the lying of the senses in matters of love, but also the illusion which the senses seek to create where love is only partial. I say, I believe, that one must love with all of one's being, or else live, come what may, a life of complete chastity."

And I tire of defending my chastity. If you think so little of me, go find a new playground. I don't want you screwing with my mind any more than I want you screwing with my body. (My apologies to the innocent.)

"No human creature can give orders to love."

And people who love do not try to control what they love.

"Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved."

If you want to love me, offer to grow with me, walk with, learn with me, pray with me, but don't tell me I must change and follow your lead...

"Faith is an excitement and an enthusiasm: it is a condition of intellectual magnificence to which we must cling as to a treasure, and not squander on our way through life in the small coin of empty words, or in exact and priggish argument."

I will not fight to make you understand my faith. If you can't see Heavenly Father in every thing of beauty, I will shed a tear for you, but I will not argue with you. Faith needs no argument. It just is. It just makes sense...

"Life resembles a novel more often than novels resemble life."

Or in my case--one crazy soap opera.

"Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?"

I feel no shame in loving the simple things in life. I feel no shame in wanting to splash in mud puddles or soak up the sun. I feel no shame in loving an Omni when it starts. I also feel no shame in not giving you everything you demand. It is not your right to expect everything to be given to you.

"The trade of authorship is a violent, and indestructible obsession."

I have no doubt, and I need some violence to clear my mind...

"Work is not man's punishment. It is his reward and his strength and his pleasure."

And this is why my hands find it hard to be idle?

Another weekend stretches out behind me. Was it a waste? Of course not, I have vcontinued to hear and to listen. It just leaves me with more to accept as out of my control. It leaves me listening to the small voice that tells me to remember that someone else can not hold me at fault for their mistakes.

"All dreams spin out from the same web." ~Native American Proverb

"There are no rules of architecture for a castle in the clouds." ~-- G. K. Chesterton

"Happiness is not a horse, you cannot harness it." ~Russian Proverb

"The greatest happiness you can have is knowing that you do not necessarily require happiness." ~William Saroyan

"People nearly always know the right answers, they just like someone else to tell them." ~Caroline Rush

"You don't do the right thing because of the consequences. If you're wise, you do it regardless of the consequences." ~Jeannette Rankin (1880-1973)

"Adversity is the stuff that shows whether you are what you thought you were." ~American Proverb

"I will prepare and some day my chance will come." ~Abraham Lincoln

"We tend to think of the rational as a higher order, but it is the emotional that marks our lives. One often learns more from ten days of agony than from ten years of contentment." ~Merle Shain (1935-1989)

"Those who wish to shine always find a song." ~Swedish Proverb

"There is only one success - to be able to spend your life in your own way." ~Christopher Morley

"The happiest people seem to be those who are producing something; the bored people are those who are consuming much and producing nothing." ~William Ralph Inge (1860-1954)

"I never allow myself to be bored, because boredom is aging. If you live in the past you grow old, and dull, and dusty." ~Marie Tempest (1864-1942)

"Sweet is the sight of a room window open by candlelight
How would you know?
Cold winter on the shore chills the dress she wore
It's on the floor
still it feels so warm today"

"And that's why I'm wondering why you had to tell me
What's going on in your head what's wrong
Come around to another time when you don't have to run
And when she says she wants somebody else
I hope you know she doesn't mean you
And when she breaks down and makes a sound
You never hear her the way that I do
And when she says she wants someone to love
I hope you know she doesn't mean you
And when she breaks down and lets you down
I hope you know she doesn't mean you, yeah
No, no"

"I swing into flight over hills, over her hills it's twilight
Yeah I guess that's right now
And while we're here tell me why it's so funny
That you're so funny when you're mad
Cuz it's mad, so mad"

~Howie Day, "She Says"

I feel that I should state the obvious for the uninformed. If I change anything about me, it is for me. Why? Because I know I will be there tomorrow. Besides, despite the continuing evidence that they really don't get me ("ain't never gonna get it"), people still want to believe they know me so well.

Much of the morning was spent concentrating on my magical fiche despite the fact that looking out the window was actually more exciting. It wasn't pubescent skateboarders in the morning light that held such attention. It was the backhoe tearing down the building across the way. It's fascinating how quickly we can bring something down that someone else spent years building. Do we feel ashamed for doing so? Should we?

This seemed to be one of the many questions on the minds of my many visitors. Much distress was also expressed at the waste of materials. Bricks, wires, mini-blinds, doors, a WVU Libraries 30 Minute Parking sign (very desirable), and other debris (including a large shiny mirror if I was not mistaken in my assessment) really should have been salvaged for use somewhere else. In this quick-fix world, however, we have no time to stop and assess what we are doing...

So people have continued to drop into the cube next door to gawk at the building coming down. I have never felt quite so popular. Even my beautiful May flowers didn't draw such a crowd. All of the walls had come down by the time I left today, but there is still lots of debris to be examined. I believe I actually saw someone pawing through the rubble for a memento as I snuck away from the building.That was the extent of anything of which I should speak for the day. I have a colorful image that needs attention. Don't worry, fair reader, the image should become known to you soon.

"True love is not so much a matter of romance as it is a matter of anxious concern for the well-being of one's companion." ~Gordon B. Hinckley (CR, April 1971, p. 82.)