As Holly noted her comment on the previous post, I've made some template changes. I'm not done, but ran out of time to play. I'm not exactly sure what I want, but that's not so unusual. If anything seriously annoys you about the format, feel free to drop me a line (e-mail in my profile) and I'll get right on changing it...or not.
Spring is finally here. If the weather could stay this way year round, I'd think it was heaven (sunny, highs in the mid sixties). Alas, it will more than likely get seriously hot at some point between now and Labor Day and I'll find myself missing the cold and snow...or not.
After all the comments generated on the hair situation in this post, I'm not sure I ever gave an update. The day before Easter I did finally get a trim - two inches, in fact. My hair took that as a sign to grow like a crazy thing; it seems all two inches have returned in just a month, with interest. The banana clip-like thing I used last night to get the hair off my neck held the hair just fine, except that my (very fine) hair all slid to the bottom of the clip. It's time to experiment with various ways of getting it off my neck - I'd like to be able to do something that looks good enough to wear to work. If we have a really hot summer, I may have it all cut off, after all.
Tomorrow I'm attending a Precept Leader's Training day in Stoughton. It's about an hour and a half away, and I'm not sure which I'm more excited about, the training itself or the drive there and back. Driving longer distances clears my head; at $3.60 or better per gallon, I haven't been able to justify a road trip to nowhere just to gain some perspective. Depending on what time the seminar actually ends, I may take the long way home, through Cambridge, Jefferson and Douseman, along 18. Cambridge is the home of Rowe Pottery and birthplace of Matt Kenseth. It's also where I picked up a hand-pieced lone star quilt top a number of years back. Not that I would plan my route just to visit a quilt shop. Or ever bring back fabric from a business trip. Or a cruise. Not that I've done any of those things.
It's a sickness, I tell you.
Changes are in the air that will be taking me a bit (ok, a lot) out of my comfort zone. That the changes come out of my own initiative only makes them slightly less nerve-wracking. Nothing is definite yet; for at least one of them there is a series of dominoes that must fall in a particular order. The first push is dependent totally on me, and until that happens, I'm reluctant to say much. Sorry to be so cryptic.
The earth apparently moved this morning...a 6.5 earthquake on the New Madrid fault, epicenter somewhere along the Illinois/Indiana border. The most devastating earthquake(s) in US history took place here in the Midwest in 1811/1812, along that fault. (note: someone is an earthquake buff; the wiki entry already has info on today's quake!) Some people here say they felt it as well - I was awake, but didn't notice anything unusual.
That's what is great about Wisconsin - no hurricanes, no floods, far enough from serious earthquake areas that we only occasionally feel them. Sure, we have tornadoes every so often, but nothing like the plains area. That should be our new state slogan - Wisconsin: Almost natural disaster free! Just as long as we ignore the fact that we had almost 100 inches of snow last winter, it should work fine.
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