Growing older...

I've been an avid reader for as long as I've been able to hold a book, and for much of my life I've been reading as many as ten books at one time. But not now. The THOUGHT of reading, and the browsing for books, gives me as much enjoyment as it ever has, but the act of reading is not as compelling. And I've finally figured out why. It's my vision. I had excellent vision until the age of 45 or so, but now, the reading glasses are mandatory, and I hate that. Smudges on the lenses make me crazy, and reading in bed at night has just become a chore.

When the youngest finishes college in a couple of years, vision surgery is on my "to do" list. Along with getting a Kindle.

A place to store my thoughts

This will probably be my primary usage of this page-a journal I don't have to search for when I have a thought that demands to be recorded.

A couple of months ago my school issued laptop had to be repaired. I copied the "important files," but didn't take the time to copy the general musings. Blast. Gone forever. And, I'm certain there were pearls beyond price that are lost.

Any who happen by here, please do not expect to be enlightened or entertained. Unless, of course, you find entertainment in the mutterings of a middle aged woman. If you DO find such mutterings entertaining, may I suggest you read Annie Dillard or Anne Lamont.

Now I cannot remember the incredible idea I had last night for teaching The Odyssey.

• Tableaux of significant scenes
• Written response/critique of each
• Insights gained
• Maybe the other thought will return later

Dipping the toes...

Okay-last time I was here I figured out how to add the slide show from Teri Lesesne's site. Next, I'll work on pictures. But not too soon. I'm old and learn slowly.