Enough Is Enough

Just couldn't publish another post until I finished reading everyone else's (yes, Cheryl, you're not the only one) and made comments where appropriate.  But, now that I've finished here I am.

I woke this morning at 4:30.  Instead of getting up and doing something constructive, I lay there and did some heavy thinking about EVERYTHING, solving the world's problems, writing magnificent posts in my head, cleaning out my closets, and mastering the intricacies of this new computer.  Eventually, I fell back to sleep or the rest of the day would have been a total loss.

I'll say only three things about the tragedy in Arizona:  1)  we do virtually nothing to treat the mentally ill in this country, but seem to go out of our way to facilitate their arming themselves;   2) I'm extremely angry about this, and God forgive me, the mother in me wants to tear that arrogant smile off of his face and then rip him limb from limb;  and 3)  where were his parents that they didn't realize there was a bizarre altar in the back yard, their son was having severe social difficulties, and that he had a 9mm glock???  Even when our kids were 22, and even now when they're older we have a pretty good handle on how they are faring.

And so now we're again left to arise from ashes...

A New Venue or Bells and Whistles, Oh My!

I had mentioned to the husband that on occasion my monitor had begun staring back at me with its very blue, kiss of death face.  It happened enough that I frantically began backing everything up (which I should have been doing anyway) including all my pictures.

Well wouldn't you know that Santa got wind of this and brought me a huge-screen HP.  So here I sit composing my first blog on the new computer.  I have no idea how this works, or rather how to take advantage of all its bells and whistles or how to get in touch with someone to learn its intricacies, but somehow I'll muddle through.

My old computer is still functioning and I will not purge it until I'm confident that I've copied the entire hard-drive and any software to this one.  Scary, isn't it?  Change, that is.  Maybe pushing ourselves out of our comfort zones is a good thing, no a necessity.  I had a principal in one of the middle schools where I taught who said the measure of excellent education is pushing students to that point where they are no longer comfortable.  (He is also the only principal I've ever had who quoted Proust during faculty meetings).   I think he had something there...