stuff, and Patrick

As I mentioned last week, I had an English assignment to write a piece in the style of a magazine article. I used "Smithsonian" as my publication inspiration. I just received an email from the prof with feedback on the paper. I quote: "I enjoyed reading this article so much that I took the time to read and re-read it at leisure. I am very fond of nature writing. When it's done right--which is not easy to do--it has the poetry of a still scene painting. You've done it right. What a delightful read. I particularly enjoyed the magazine version.

May I share it with the rest of the class? I would also like to see this published somewhere. Let me see if I can figure out what publications publish pieces like this. It should find a larger audience than just our class." I think she liked it.

In other news, Mama is still here. Things calmed down a lot after the in-laws left. After we returned home from the graduation exercises, we served the pie. It was well received. I certainly enjoyed both the pecan and the lemon meringue. Then I retired to the bedroom for a nap. I had dropped Mama off at her hotel on the way home from graduation since she was tired and not feeling well. So Mama wasn't here to "worry" about. I took a nap that lasted until 9:00 Friday night. The in-laws were gone, someone (not Someone) had ordered pizza, and Mama had been retrieved. I find that sleep is often a wonderful way to avoid confrontations.

The weekend is going well. Mama is pleasant company, and not particularly demanding. I am only slightly annoyed with her, and that's mainly my fault. There are some little habits she has that just annoy the crap out of me. Nothing serious, nothing that would necessarily bother anyone else, just stuff that irritates me. I'm a real bitch that way.

I will take Mama to the airport this afternoon. We need to leave here at 5:00 in order to be at the airport early enough to suit her. Whatever. I don't think I'll wait with her, unless she really wants me to. I'd rather not have to park the car at the airport. I have a craving for ginger snaps. I want to drop her off at the airport and find a grocery store where I can get a bag/box of gingersnaps.

The f**king "F" key on my faulty keyboard is still fudged up. I cleaned under it, but to no avail. Well, I availed a bunch of crud out of there, but it still doesn't want to work properly.

****I just received an email from Patrick. His brother was killed in a car crash yesterday. Please keep him and his family in your thoughts and prayers.