phanan

I was worried that the time would never come, but I think my sister has finally gotten old old enough to actually be fun. Something about little kids and I; I'm afraid we just don't jive. She's not a little kid anymore, though. We can actually talk about stuff, watch the same shows, even play games where I can try my hardest and still lose. Although I am jealous that she speaks better spanish than I do. Most of all, her metamorphosis only helps to drive home just what time of year it is.
Today was the first real frost and, supposedly, snow isn't far behind. All the trees have changed colors and the leaves are dropping all over. That means its finally fall, and, to complete the last assigenment, it's time to let go. Time to let the faliures and the successs of the last year fall away. Time to let go of all the stuff that just didn't quite work and all the things I didn't manage to accomplish. Time to let it all fall down and blow away in preperation of a fresh new winter that I can use to plan and train and dream of goodies the next year's going to offer up. This last year wasn't too rough, but I think this next one's definatly going to be better.
In the meantime, though, it is time to annoy the neighbors. In attempts to find something my sister would actually eat for supper (picky little rodent sometimes) I cam across some of the yummy minnesotan goodness known as SPAM. Which can only mean one thing: it is spamburger time. Unfortunatly the heathens around me have no taste for this nector of the gods. IN fact they can't even stand the smell of it, so I have had to make elaborate preprations this morning before I can begin cooking. Someday they willl convert. . . . . .

Daily Assigenment: Riddle me this; if God showed up at your door and said, "Sorry, but you're on the bad list and I'm afraid no matter what you do you're already condemned to Hell" would you live the rest of your life differently? Why or why not?