Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
How Much Wood Can a Woodchuck Chuck
Groundhog's Day, a leftover from years past, celebrates the possibility of Spring. Not the least of the problems with this holiday is that groundhogs are actually woodchucks. So, when the failing economy exceeds my capacity to comprehend, let alone resolve, I turn to simple things. Did he see his shadow yesterday? Will it matter? Ask the cats!
In my life I've waited tables, raised sons, taught school, published books, and railed at politicians. I'm building a house, next to my son, where I can spend time with my granddaughter. I read, write, and dream about being immortal.
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