Huh. Come again?

I have no doubt that random individuals can be knowledgeable with arbitrary issues. However, what I really want is to find someone who can give specific detailed accounts of their most inconclusive musings. Thus leading me to my new favorite quote I found here.

"The one thing I don't like about being an adult is the people always want to have serious, meaningful conversations."

I was peacefully sitting at work yesterday eating my balanced meal, reading the newest Time. Doing my own thing. A nurse at the table answered a phone call from an enthusiastic lady, whom was later identified as her daughter. After the short informatory call, the nurse said to my coworkers and I. "Well, that McCain picked a woman for vice president. She's against abortion and guns!" But she didn't stop there, despite her mixed audience, she continued her ill-informed regurgitated message. "Well, I don't know about that. That McCain is gonna get the female vote now. Yep." Then, she left.

What was I to say? How could on respond to such a contorted array of, just words it seemed. Words strung together by a loose brain. Ugh. My head hurt. I looked up from the story I was reading on the differing views of the candidates on economic policy, and shuttered. I received a text message from Reuters as soon McCain announced his choice and immediately went on line to get some info about this Gov. Palin.

I'm getting off topic. My point is, this woman decided to make a case for McCain's choice and then left immediately after she was done speaking, leaving no chance for reply/rebuttal. Why didn't she just comment on the weather? Or she could have said, "That McCain wears a lot of sweaters. Ya think he gets warm in southern states. He never looks sweaty. Ya think he sweats?"
Now that is the type of conversation I need more of in my life. But no! I have this talk to me about something meaningful sign on my head. Shucks, what am I to do?

My 18th first day of school

I never thought that I would take early classes, nor did I expect I would be biking to class at 6:30am. The sun holds a special place in my heart when it wakes me up on the way to school. Now, there are countable bikes on the rack. It will be interesting to see how many students keep with it, or just fail at their new attempt to get exercise on the way to school. (I've been doing this for years kids.)

I hope for little. However, if only a small portion of students decides to do a few errands to or from school, they will have accidentally been good stewards of the earth. But does one bike chore really make a difference? Sure, because of things like this. One is never alone in taking care of the earth.