Green is out of Control

When my oldest was in second grade the class assignment was to write poetry about colors. Of course I still have the book he wrote but also the memories. My favorites are : You can feel purple in a field of violets and green is out of control.

That son lives in NY now, Brooklyn to be exact. I plan to visit this year. Aiming for september. He's a busy guy. Has a girlfriend that lives in Manahattan that I've never met. A job with the rainforest alliance that has meaning and challenge for him. I'm delighted that he is chasing his dreams.

A solid week of rain. You want lakes? you gotta have rain. Today the sun shines at last. I can tell Michigan is trying to kiss and make up now. Remind us of why we love her. I sometimes forget that there are so many other places in the world that are as blue and green as our MI.

I am finishing school before my hair goes all the way gray. sheez took me long enough. I have been in toolworld for so long I am ready to pursue women and gender studies. I'm pretty confident there won't be a single stupid ass engineer in the room. Linear thinking bastards. Automotive has proven to me that women are still the supports and men the decoration.