The Journey's the Thing…

Sorry that I missed Wednesday. There seemed to be a kind of tech problem at Blogger or whatever. No biggie.

More importantly I spoke to my mentor yesterday and he gave me a ‘B’ on my paper, which is pretty good considering I haven’t written a paper for college in 20 years. He said the grade was to “inspire me” to better things. My CW2/Research Writing class met last night and I have shitloads of homework. I need to read 150 pages of philosophy for next Wednesday, and write a lot of new stuff for CW2/RW due the 19th. Plus, in 3 weeks I’ll be working on 2 research papers-1 for philosophy and the other for CW1/RW. My sick little mind is already thinking of ways to combine the 2 papers somehow and do half the work. I think I’ll skip that old tape and actually do the work this time. Yikes, no wonder dropped out the first time around. At the age of 18 I was taking 16 credits, living in Colorado, and hanging out with girls for really the first time. School? It was the farthest thing from my mind.

Count this entry as a late Wednesday/ Early Thursday offering. I’ll write more tomorrow..

Johnnyboy

The farmer who lives down the road came today and mowed our fields. I also made a short list of fall things-to-do, like clean the bird feeders and hang the storm doors. I finally made it to the hair cutters and had my hair cut. I took a nap. A pretty uneventful day all around. With the flurry of finishing my first college essay in 20 years out of the way, there didn’t seem to be as much to do today. So I guess today was a maintenance day.

My gym routine is working out (no pun intended) and I am beginning to see results. The small amount of muscle mass that I have accumulated is already firming up my soft bits and I’m sleeping better. The endorphin output is making my head more calm as well.

I’m cooking dinner for mom and me tonight. We’re having broiled Tilapia, Delicata squash, and mashed cauliflower. Then I’m off to a Big Book study group for a spell. So, it’s all good, as the Kids of Today are wont to say.

Here are the haiku…

#19.
The morning mist hides
turkeys, pheasants, a young doe,
quietly at peace.

#49.
The dark gray slate heats:
the sunlight bathes and caresses
the small sleeping snake.

#80.
Crisp crunch, juice bursting,
tasting honey laden boughs:
the fall’s new apple.

Johnnyboy