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I'm just bopping along here, nothing substantial going on, just rolling along. I've had a couple of goofy smiley moments today that, seriously, could only come from pharmaceutical enhancement, I think. I was on my way home from work and before I reached the point where I could even see my little house with its dirty siding, crumbling driveway, overgrown grass and undergrown shrubbery, I caught a mental image of driving up to it and I thought "Oh! Home! Isn't home wonderful?" You might be interested to know that once I got home, I decided to chance it without the cough medicine for the evening. So far so good, and now I'm not afraid to drive anymore.

I had my grandparents and my time with them very much on the mind today, I guess because of last night's conversation with my sister, some of which I wrote about last night. One of the avenues that had led us into where we ended up was that we were talking about our aunt, Jack's oldest sister, someone who had been a teacher for 43 years but had no children of her own. She was, among other things, quite the antique collector, but she died before her husband, whose brother then took charge of his estate when he died, and sold every stick and stone in the house. He offered my father absolutely nothing, not even those things that had been his mother's, including a wonderful dining room set and a silver tea service. Our aunt had always promised us certain small things, not valuable, which were also sold, including several afghans my mother had made for her over the years. It was never about money, and clearly, my uncle's brother was not a sentimental man (even though he and my father had actually been boyhood pals), but we were, and we would have liked to have some of those things. My sister goes antiquing a lot, and says she's always saddened when she sees things like needlework and family photos for sale, and could never understand how that happens: wasn't there anyone in a family who would treasure these things? Now we have our answer: we would have treasured those afghans, for example, but they probably ended up in a consignment store someplace, or the trash.

I'm just letting my mind wander here. Can you tell?

There's a rumor at school that 300 kids were sent home with fevers the other today, and that 200 kids were out today. Uh ... I don't think so. For one, the halls would be really empty, and I bet everyone would notice. For another, there have been no reported cases of swine flu in the county. Yes, everyone is sneezing and coughing and hacking. It's called allergies. Get with the program.

Okay, I started this like a half hour ago. Time to press publish.



watching GOLDEN GIRLS :: ENTRY #2050
READING: American Lion: Andrew Jackson by Jon Meacham