Friday, August 03, 2012
I can tell summer's over by the fact that my eyes hurt from looking at the computer screen for too long. A new course (Critical Thinking), two new textbooks--no, make that three--and I can't blame anyone but myself because I chose them all.
It would help if I knew what I was doing.
I sort of know what I'm doing, as I've lived with my Dave for nearly a quarter of a century and he encourages sharp, not sloppy, thinking. And then there were all those years with my sisters at home: you had be on the top of your game, logic-wise, otherwise someone would trump you and you'd lose the squabble. My parents trained me at the dinner table to think globally about a lot of issues and my mother can still hold her own in any political argument (speaking classically, of course). And then there's those years of eye-rolling in Sunday school, when someone makes a connection with the barest strand of plausibility. I can't forget the Letters to the Editor of our local newspaper, where we must have the highest crackpot population I've ever seen, and they are all busy writing letters.
In between the studying of the screen and textbooks, I've been doing wash. We've just had Barbara and David and their family here, with a day visit from Chad and his boys. I decided to wash the bedding from the mattress up, as Tom and Susan will be checking into Motel Eastmond in a couple of weeks as well. We also saw Scott and his family this summer and now that they've all gone back to their lives, it's really quiet around here.
Summer's over, but not the heat. Summer's over, and I've almost finished the cutting and pinning of the Lollypop Tree blocks.
Summer's over, and it's gone too soon.