September 11…

I might still be asleep tomorrow on Mountain Time on the anniversary of the day when the planes hit—so I want to get in my “will never forget” tonight.

So to all those who were loved and lost…we will never forget.

Lighting my candle tomorrow….

Peace to all

p.s. and happy birthday to our young friends born on this day nine years ago, who also need to be remembered...

Study break...

Arthritis and age make it necessary to get up every so often—every 60 to 90 minutes—to  stretch, walk around and get the blood flowing again.

I’d do the same working in an office—check the water cooler, grab a cuppa joe, hit the loo or chat with a co-worker.

At home, I sometimes fix a snack.

Been enjoying the totally awesome peaches from the farmer’s market and I think they’re just too perfect not to share...

Fresh peaches with greek yogurt--Yum!
Of course the peaches don't come cheap!

Too bad the season’s nearly over.

Okay.

Now that I've totally wasted your time and mine, it’s back to the books…

Why…

I haven’t been posting.

What was I thinking!

Bonkers—the Legal Dude calls me—for taking 12 credit hours this semester.

I’ve been told students are expected to spend 3 hours of study for every one credit hour.

That’s 36 hours—or 48 when you add in the 12 hours of lectures—each week!

Now I know why, each year through elementary and middle school, formulas are calculated for how much time kids should be spending on homework.

They’re preparing them for college!

This could be a good learning tool for the teenager.

Somehow, though, I don’t think it will.

Only in Wyoming

I met up this evening with some friends at the Front Street Tavern located on First Street, at the very edge of downtown and directly across the street from the railroad tracks.

There was a commotion outside.

A huge hay wagon, full of folk, stopped outside the tavern.

Then we heard bang—bang—bang, multiple times.

I stepped outside, but it was over.

I was ready the next time they came around, only I didn’t have my camera.

So my friend J let me use her phone to take a shot and then e-mailed me the photo of the reenactment.

Wish I had gotten photos of the guys lying “dead” in the street.

Only in Wyoming—

So much catching up to do…

So many photos to post—yet so little time

Laptop went Kaput when we got home at the end of July from all our little travels.

It took many days and a lot of headaches to get it fixed—thanks to my wonderful Legal Dude.

Photo software experienced death-by-computer in the process, so trying to post photos has been a big drag.

Then school started, and...

I’m hoping to get back into the swing of blog-o things, sometime soon.

So much I want to document.

Study Mates--will travel

Back in May, I posted a brief note about these tasting looking pre-packaged "Study Mates," which were a new addition at the University Bookstore.

I thought it was kind of a strange time to start offering them, seeing how the semester was already over, but then there was summer school.

I have since found a use for them--my niece, at the University of Illinois.

I remember how much I enjoyed the care packages my mom sent, with homemade carrot cake, etc., when I was a college student.

I'm sure they offer these same "Study Mates" at the U of I, or something better, but then again, college students don't have much in the way of money and besides, it's always nice to get a care package.

I hope she enjoys them!

Now, if someone would just send this university student one, with chocolate cake...

A change of heart…

As I glance out the windows, I can see the Jr. High football team(s) practicing across the street.

They’re in uniform this afternoon and look so grown-up. I think they must be scrimmaging.

I’m feeling conflicted.

Several weeks ago, the teenager said, he was “going to join the football team. “

I said, “Oh-no you’re not!”

Football—in my book—is one of those more injury prone sports.

[Forget all the face masks and mouth guards basketball players wear!]

The teenager insisted he was going to join the team—that is, until he learned he would have to attend his first practice at 7:00 A.M., this past Monday morning, and at which point he had a total change of heart.

I thought I would feel a sense of relief, which I do—sort of.

As I watch the boys gather and practice, a part of me wishes my teenager was out there, running around, communing and bonding with his fellow schoolmates. [He decided to switch schools and attend the Jr. High this year, and while he does have friends who attend, he still will be a new kid.]

Then the afternoon storms move in, the wind picks up and the rain—maybe—starts to fall and, I think better of it.

Once the lighting moves in, though, I’m all for his change of heart.

Besides, basketball season isn’t that far off after all.