I hate the fact that I have to put a title here, I mean, really...

Well, of course Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett are dead.I have to say that the NYT coverage of both people was pretty negative. I guess honest, however, as much as we can know for sure about public figures.

I am enjoying all the GA posts, and more sad that I can't be there, but am enjoying this link that I didn't know about that details the Berry Street lectures.

I am also SO tired. I can't believe how one day of walking, sun and water took it out of me. I feel like I could sleep for a week.

I am finally feeling an urge to read again (and the attention to do so; I've been held to Reader's Digest and Country Magazine articles for too long now), and am looking for ideas; of course I have my required reading list from the UUA, but just ordered a book of poems by Mary Oliver. I don't even particularly like poetry, but I like hers. I was exposed to her work at Wellspring and fell in love with it. Her words just pour spirit in waves.

And the lawn is still growing into field...off to find a repair place tomorrow. I can't take anymore.