good and bad

the good first, going to belle for the fourth and going to the rodeo, they have a nice small town rodeo and i haven't been to one in a while. they also have a really nice fourth of july parade....lots of horses and fire engines..
and i am really done with all my classes.

the bad...as part of my class looked up info about the rapid paper. they have a community of 20 % non-white but only 3% non-white working on the paper which gives them a parity of like 15%. Chicago has a parity of 67%. Even the Denver Post is in the 60s. Oh thank goodness for the internet. and books stores, and the mail. think i will subscribe to a national paper. at least on sundays.

i am DONE! almost

i finished the research paper and all the other writing things, so now just have the multiple choice and the final essays. sigh

the good thing is i will never have to do it again........

sunday afternoon

it was a rather nice day, not to hot, so i turned off the air and left the back door open for the cats. all afternoon i had to listen to the starlings harassing dennis. he was just laying on the little back porch. i don't know why the starlings thought that was there territory. they would scold and swear at him for a while, fly off, and then come back and do it all over again. poor dennis.

later in the evening, two of the farm cats who don't exactly live on the farm but wander all over campus begging for handouts showed up at the front door. i was trying to get him in for the night, but he was square in the driveway growling and whining at the two intruders. i just picked him, held his claws and brought him. had to shut the door fast, the two oranges were trying to get in.

sunday morning

i have always loved sunday mornings...late breakfast--if your lucky somebody makes waffles from scratch--reading the funnies, hanging out in jammies, watching sunday morning. so this morning i am listening/watching sunday morning and doing my mental exercises on the computer, set game, jigzone....when my whinner cat starts in.. at first i don't really hear because i am really concentrating, but then because it is so insistant i turn around. much to my suprise sam has something in his paws. at first i think it is a mouse and this is what i get for giving them the priviledge of an outdoor outing on sunday morning. closer look reveals it is very much alive, seemingly whole and unhurt and it is a little ground squirrel. after sam almost releasing it, i managed to get it away from him and release it back outside out of view of both kitties. the kitties are getting old, when they were younger they would have hunted it back down and brought it back in.