Looks like the weather has changed a bit, for the better or worse, depending on whether you're worried about the snowpack or if you suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder. It's delightfully blustery with quick spats of rain, which I'm sure will change to deluge as I attempt to get to my car. I want you all to know that I should be practicing right now, or buying organic produce at my favorite co-op here in Ashland.
The book of the week for my Spanish Lit class fortunately looks to be slightly less depressing that the last one and deals with - beauty of beauties - geology!!! Oh, how tragic the Calculus that separates me from the jewel of my love, geology!! So, yeah, I'm getting ready to have a nervous breakdown from this class. Heaven only knows how I'll survive my Capstone next term.
Now for my title. I spent Saturday working around the house and one of the things I did was tackle the mountain of mint that has been methodically marauding the arable land available in the rock garden. My dad says I planted it, but just so you guys know, it was them, not I, who doomed that corner of the yard to mintdom. Anyway, I was yanking the stinking weed (in a fresh sort of way) out of the ground and getting good and muddy along the way. Okay, it's nice to have fresh mint when I want mint tea or something like that, but really, the stuff is out of control. Sunday was spent hanging out with Joel Jensen in Lithia Park and jamming. We got a really sweet little improv jazz piece together that we did for prelude and I'm amazed that some of the more conservative brethren didn't throw hymnals at us, even though it really wasn't all that out there.
Oh! Happy Birthday to my dear cousin Bryan, who turns 6 1/4 today!!!!! Or 25, if you feel like being picky about things like actual years lived. I hope you have a fabulous birthday and that this year is a spendiferous one!!!!!!!
