And Now, Something from . . .

the Blogmos. (It just came to me, but there are 399 Google refs already. Really!)

But here it is from Mental Soup.

Now for something completely different.

What I have really missed in the past few years is being on a morning drive to a job site and listening to Red Barber and Bob Edwards on NPR talking about the Azaleas blooming in Tallahassee. But then, I also tear up over a concert cut of Mr. Saturday Night Special.

I wish to assure you that Spring is in the air where I sit. The last cold front was weak. This one may be more problematic. The leaves and catkins are now falling from the live oaks, the azaleas buds are plumping up, and the flame vine is budding in the trees. Spring moves north about 100 miles per week.

Oh. Ameri. Every day is a battle of wills. We want her to finish her English composition course so that she can get a private school diploma, but that seems to be too much of a challenge. Structure and precision in language is a challenge for those who are dyslexic. Dyslexia is the inability to encode and decode written language. If you couple that with oppositional defiant disorder, the slope is too steep and the rock too heavy. We may have to just get her in a tech-ed class and forget the reading and writing. She seems to be no worse off than many of the fresh college grads I have to deal with. She has a job and she is beginning to pick up her share of the expenses but everyday is still a battle of wits.


And so to end, try this.