Monday, February 23, 2009


One of the saddest things about having to actually pick a major in college was the fact that I could no longer fit in all of the extraneous courses that I loved. Slowly but surely, they were whittled out of my schedule. 

I was saddest when I finally had to stop taking my music classes. I didn't major in music because it wasn't "practical" for me. But, music is still one of my greatest loves. I must admit, I'm saddened by the fact that I do not own a piano or a cello. I don't even have access to a cello anymore. 

In the last few weeks, I've had several encounters with cellos and it's started a terrible hankering. I don't know why the deep, resonant voice of the cello resonates with me like it does, but I'm left in a mouth-watering stupor. Maybe again someday . . . 

Monday, February 2, 2009


When I was in the second grade, I had one aspiration. I wanted to become a weather teller on the news. And why did I want to predict the forecast? One reason and one reason alone. I wanted to tell the world (well, I thought one person told the whole world) whether or not the groundhog saw his shadow. 

Supposedly this year, we're looking at six more weeks of winter. I'll believe it when I see it. The high today was 78.