The Blahs

Blahhhhh. Much of today did not reach even that level of dissatisfaction. I am too tired to go to bed and too bummed to do much of anything else.
Faith, hope, love. . . all choices, huh? Must try, which reminds me of "must control fist of death." Anger is easier and so much more satisfying than blahhhh.
I did read a column in Newsweek today about making teachers accountable. I understand the theory, but like much of life, applying general standards and measurements nationally can not address the nuances of the advancement of the particular people involved in education. On the other hand, I think the SAT or something like it is necessary since students leave Wyoming to attend college in New Hampshire. It's the old apple and orange problem. Part of the trouble with measuring teacher success is the uncontrolled variable of the student. More about that another time. This is still rumbling around in my brain.

About Control

My daughter Colleen was musing about control of her life in her blog today. I still occasionally wonder whether I have control over my fate. The rest of the time I realize randomness rules which is maybe best. But maybe I don't believe in random. There has to be some plan along with reasons we all land where we do. It's just that no one has taken the time to send me the itinerary.

As I was looking at clip art circles to decorate this entry, I was reminded of conch shells and Fibonacci numbers. Maybe nothing is random, and that is why there is hope.

discovery

I wonder how many of us blog writers are sitting at metaphorical drugstore counters waiting to be discovered.

My Agenda Is . . .

I would be so refreshed and grateful to meet more people who either have no agenda or who immediately make their agendas known. I try hard to travel through life not second guessing motives of others and thus taking them at face value. I find myself often surprised at what they really mean or expect of me. Yet I believe the face value point of view works the best. I do not have the time or energy to spend on all that guessing. Walking on egg shells is no longer an option.

Favorites

Utilizing my Favorites when I opened the internet in order to get to this blog, I noticed the range of sites I have accumulated. Included on my list of Favorites are the following:

• my married daughter's blog
• a site about needlework
• something called Insurgent Country
• a site about Missouri sales/use taxes
• a source for Soduko

That's only a sampling. What would a shrink have to say about the combination? First of all, with so many, I obviously do not have the concept of "favorite" down. Then there is the proclivity toward both government and insurrection. Hmmm.

I must remember to smile. It's along the lines of the "acting as if" of 12 Step programs.

Against the Darkness

What happens when you write a blog that almost nobody reads? I have a blogger daughter who faithfully peruses my copy, and occasionally she will send her readers my way. She has made some wonderful connections via her blog, but alas I am a lone voice in a cyberspace wilderness. Is it my attitude? Could it be my personality creeping into the lines of prose? I have chosen not to lose sleep over this puzzle. I will instead read a few fellow posters and continue to rail against the darkness.