"One Heckuva Dog" or maybe "DownTown Drool" (yuck!)
or "Pink Shoes and Tongue"
Streetshot: Chicago

Hey all. Just sitting, early, winnowing the "news" from some sort of drivel that oozes from my media portal. Yikes! I sound cynical, don't I?

Paying my bills, googling, preparing for class today, blogging, noodling and practicing good posture, in a multi-tasking sort of way. I caught that from Ayla, the multi-tasking thing. Good lord, nobody does it like her!

Maya, it was so good to see you! And I am stunned that the van made it all the way here, passed its physical, made it all the way back, to die, die, die on the last stop before home. I think you have a legitimate question for the universe. Unfortunately, griping loads the dice or I would recommend that...

Persephone is looking for you.

I want a big happy picture of Hank and his new guitar. That guitar loves Marcus too! And maybe it misses me...

We miss you too. And as far as the van goes, you won't even remember this after a year or two, except as maybe an amusing anecdote. So worry? Nah.

Halloween was uneventful, except the clock on the wall in the group-room started spinning really fast during my class yesterday, which was almost Halloween in a spooky sort of way. Kind of awesome: it wound itself for exactly twelve "hours" and stopped. One of my students noted that it was absolutely unnecessary because it is a twelve-hour clock, after all. Very astute.

I just saw a "news" feature on interactive dolls for the elderly, like Wilson from Cast Away only cute. I want one, and I am almost old enough....

Mom, hope you and Vern are ok. Rough ride, out there on the rez.

Thinking of all you's. mary