The Viking and his Mom

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Scary Old BEEoch

I really dislike that saying, "It could always be worse."
I dislike "Money doesn't buy happiness." As well.
Neither does poverty, PEOPLE!
I am not one of the "privilege" people.

I am however quite pleased with circumstances at this unexpected moment. I am at peace in spite of the fact that I live in a room off someone's garage, I am covered in cat hair, and I've had nothing to eat and I slept, maybe four hours last night.

The lack of sleep due to reading assignment after assignment, watching the time fly and wishing I "got it"

In week one I think I am most overwhelmed.

My brain hasn't grasped thinking in this manner yet.

YET! Meaning I think I am going to get it.

Last night inbetween the total chaos of kids, books and mess, I managed to dye the cat orange. He didn't care

The kid's say, "Gramma you're funny." I am not.

Prince Caspian is evil, he needed a skunk stripe down his back. Only it's not white, it's orange. I have no idea what made me think of it. I was tipping the Viking's hair and the kitten got in the way. As always whatever I am doing Caspian has to be involved.

If I am cooking, Caspian is stealing scraps, if I am reading he parks himself on my book. If I am typing he lays on the keyboard. I have a canopy on my bed. He likes to swing off the material like a small furry Tarzan.

No rest for the wicked applies to Prince Caspian.

Today I want to be invisible.

Today I don't want to appear as the oddity that I am.

I would go home, but I might miss something and I am sure I don't want to look at the black kitten with the orange stripe.

The Little barrel of understanding

The little barrel of understanding. Something we try to break out of all our lives
Caught inside by emotional, philosophical,mental, spiritual, and physical handicaps.
Try to pry off the lid and allow more light in.
With each new understanding another crack develops- making more light more understanding.
Through the process of learning and opening, many elderly people are barely contained in the barrel, they have broken free!
Others have a small crack they peek out of, they like it this way. They do not require change or enlightenment.
I do. I have wanted to be more enlightened most of my life.
In my twenties I discovered I was simplistic, childish, and un-educated. I was swallowed up by religious beliefs and what I was told, was Right and Wrong. I allowed others to do my thinking for me. The rebellious streak came about when I faced abuse.
I decided I could not allow the situation to continue. Education is power, someone said. I believe that, but who's education? Who's opinion?
Is it true there is no right or wrong? Only what is culturally acceptable. I do not know.
All the knowledge we have is what is inside the barrel with us.
It can become a bucket of doom, keeping us prisoner to our own archaic idea's or it can be a way to learn more, and break out.
I prefer to keep learning, to keep seeing.

Day Two PHILOSOPHY..oh joy!

AHH jeez, there was "Coffee broad" who needed two seats, one for her big ass and the other seat for her Moxie Java.. The class was already filling, but she still needed two seats.
She kept staring at me... Then there was " I need that chair" Man that sat down next to her and forced her to remove her Moxie Java. While this was going on, "My skirt wasn't short enough before" came limping by about to show us everything she wore underneath.. I wondered.. Who the hell dressed these people today?
Then after the dust settled from her limping entrance, the star of the show waltzed in " Bug Eyed Drone" man. I watched him with great interest. This was to be my teacher for the next few months... WHY OH WHY? It took me fifteen minutes to figure out how the desk top fit down the side of my chair, " I need that chair" man didn't figure it out as smoothly as I did, and kept hitting me in the butt. Needless to say, after I gave him a pointed look he quit after three more tries. WHO invents this equipment anyway?
I tried to read chapter one.. but I didn't understand most of the words in it, and gave up after I found I had read it three times and it still didn't make any sense.
HATEFUL STUFF!
Class was over after my twenty fifth stifled Yawn, and "Coffee Broad" said, " I just wanted to tell you, I LOVE your hair."
oh.... so being my clever self, and feeling guilty for glaring at her earlier, I said " It's called, I cannot afford a haircut."
She said "OH I will cut it for you!" AHHH the true nature of her verbal contact with me, she wants a TEST PIG.
I smiled and said, " that's ok, my daughter wants me to keep it unkept and gray."
Let a stranger cut my hair? I don't think so.
Oh by the way, The Professor wrote his own text book and doesn't mind quoting his brilliance constantly.
I haven't figured out what I think about this yet.

The first day of school.
I sat through Anthropology, because I didn't want to interrupt the professor when I discovered I was in the wrong class... Thankfully I figured it out, I had an hour before Theatre... I don't know how to tell time...
Psychology is going to be a bugger. There must be three hundred students crammed in there.... Actually there is, the Professor said, it only seats 290. There was standing room only.
I was brain dead after English.
The brain hasn't been used in years. Smoke must be rolling out of my ears, visible for everyone to see.
I hope it all comes into place soon.

Five Hundred Cd's

ITs a bugger puting them away.