Invoking Shel Silverstein

I don't like Sundays...

I don't like Sundays, nor have I ever.
The day goes on like the falling of a feather.
It reminds one that we are not in control,
Like going over a bridge and having to pay a toll.
Still, without Sundays life couldn't be the same.
Saturdays would become dull and Fridays, lame.
Thursday wouldn't change, they'd stay strong
Yet, Wednesday would lose it's humps and simply feel wrong.
Tuesday would be Monday and for me, that would never do,
Since Monday would be Sunday, but maybe that's fine with you.
Either way, I don't like Sundays nor have I ever...
If I could figure how to get rid of them my life would be better.

I don't play sports but I can if you'd like.

There are so many different ways to get a hole in one...making sure you are on the right course is the first step ;)
Now, I'm sure that someone has said this way before me but I was literally right next to my golf course as I wrote that.  The sun was setting and the sky was bursting with cotton candy colored clouds.  A mixture between pink, violet, and blue swirled in the background; I wanted to eat the sky. After my hunger subsided I stood there for a moment, in between the golf course and the tennis courts, and took it all in.
Jack,my black lab, was standing next me, Blue Oyster Cult Club was lightly coming through my headphones, and a family of five was playing a game of...well actually I don't know what they were playing; some sort of tennis exercise or something.  The wind had picked up ever so slightly, and the slight chill that it gave off was a small taste of the weather to come.  Fall was arriving.
So, with the beauty of nature and family surrounding me and my head clear, I looked out to the golf course and said to myself; There are so many different ways to get a hole in one...making sure you are on the right course is the first step. 
At that particular moment I knew I was.

A New Morning

A New Morning...
I had two dreams last night, of which I can recall, that seemed so similar yet so different at the same time.  It may be to early in the A.M. to bore you with the details so here's the Clifs Notes version. Dream A:
I was with a group of family members breaking into a run down apartment building.  This building felt like all the places I've lived in throughout my years all wrapped into one.  We were searching for something hidden in caverns underneath the building.  My father lead the mission but when I went to follow the others I was not allowed to go in.
Dream B:
I woke up in an R.V. With a group if people who seemed to be friends I'd known throughout my life.  They wouldn't let me out and wouldn't stop even though I needed to get off.  When the finally did stop I realized that we were fleeing from a crime scene and the only thing I could do was try to get my sneakers on; the only problem was, was that I kept putting on someone else's shoes.
Am I living two lives; One where I am a student being lead by ones that want to teach me, much like my family, and one where I am working to pay the bills in a job that makes me feel as if I'm walking in someone else's shoes?

Here We Go

A New Age....
First day back to school in almost 10 years and I was handed an iPad to be used in class as a learning tool.  For those of you wondering, yes I must return the iPad at the end of the semester.  I remember when I first started school back in 1997.  I was handed a pen, which ran out of ink after only three good uses, and a notepad with the schools logo on each page that was as thin as cheap toilet paper. A new age indeed.
Welcome back to school kiddies.