too tired to blog

1. When playing Rummy 500, if the pile of cards from where you pick up if you can’t use the ones other cards players have discarded runs out, what do you do?

2. Recently I made some mix CDs for some friends. Now, I would never presume to have exceptional taste in music and, in fact, tend to get stuck on a few things I like if not forced to listen to new artists by friends. However, there when I feel compelled to share . . . in such cases, I do expect some sort of response, an acknowledgment if not an outright expression of appreciation. Now, even if the person hates it and destroys the CD, I want to know . . . I want to know it was heard . . . because really, much like when my blog is left uncommented upon (as it so often it is) there is that unsettled feeling of the unknown (and not the good, mysterious unknown that makes life so exciting). So, . . .you know who you are . . .

3. Why must I return to LA rather than sleep in until 11am every morning in Florida? I think I am much better at that than teaching. Truly.

4. Why do the most inane and insignificant things make me cry at the most inopportune moments, like a simple question over dinner at Chili’s with my sister and nephew?

5. What is Quality? (Yes, I am reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, if you must know).

6. I suppose Guinness does make everything a little bit more fun and fortifies one for all types of situations, like cover bands at British Pubs in Dunedin, Florida, and eventually having to leave my family to return to my life in LA.