Beginning a splendid and much-needed two weeks away from teaching before blasting into our intense summer program. It is time for nurturing my inner artist, washing my outer automobile, filing my expanding papers, dealing with my imploding finances, making fire ant sculptures, while making the real McCoy feel unwelcome.
My budget and parenting responsibilities keep me physically close to home. My brain keeps me traveling, and I ought to be accumulating "miles". I've been so often to the great gray-green greasy Limpopo River of the Elephant Child due to my insatiable curiosity that the bicolored python rock snake and I are considering buying a Kipling timeshare.