Haven't gotten my blog all done yet from vacation.  Had to wait for the computer to be working correctly to upload the photos to the server.

I hear Billy doing dishes in the kitchen.  Robert is mowing the grass.

I have a ton to do, but I feel like poking around the 'net. 

I am itching to take some classes at the local college.  Sculpting.  Ceramics.  Religious history. Natural healing.

I've been reading lots of stuff and just seem to get hungrier for more. We're planning a luau party for Will's 44th birthday, but I think we picked a bad weekend - several folks can't or might not be able to come due to out of town weddings and other such unchangeable plans. There are still a good number of folks who haven't replied yet, so there may still be a decent crowd.

I'm sleepier than usual, but my brain keeps buzzing with activity.

It's been a very strange year.  I feel that I am supposed to be learning lessons, and I keep trying to figure out what they are exactly - because I want to be wiser, more aware.  It isn't always easy though to find the lesson.  Just keep looking, I guess.

I feel very misunderstood at times.  Then the more I try to explain myself, the more I become misunderstood.  It's a bizarre process that has become quite tedious.  Perhaps my lesson is, to stop feeling the need to explain myself.

I'll work on it.