This is corny but I am starting to feel what Wordsworth is talking about regarding the consolation prize we get when we age (the "philosophic mind"). Egads. I hoped I would never be here.

I must resist!

More later. For now I'm leaving love notes on my new CPA's voicemail.

EDIT: And what's even funnier is my students read Daisy Miller for ( Read more... )

I woke up at 9:00 to the comforting sound of someone else mowing their lawn two houses away. I miss that sound--someone else diligently cutting grass. And the smells! The Gap once tried to market "grass" body spray, and I tried it, thinking it might just smell as fabulous as the freshly cut kind, but no dice, of course. But it's funny, because ( Read more... )