Last night young men and women dressed up and danced after dinner from about 8:00 to midnight. I was required to walk around, smile, chat a little, and "just be an adult presence" - which is the ultimate fraud, but I pulled it off well enough. I don't remember the last time I attended one of these affairs - must have been back in Houston because I don't remember doing any proms in Joliet. I would have liked to dance, but, again, I haven't danced since Houston (if you don't count the odd wedding reception here and there - which you shouldn't). Last night when the dj sent out Billy Idol "Dancing with Myself" I couldn't repress a memory of Lawrence Dietlein (down in Houston, 1982?) going crazy all over the cafeteria floor with no one but himself. o. well. Last night no one was dancing with himself or herself - not even if they thought they were.

This morning I stepped out for a few minutes after breakfast to dispose of these tall white noxious weeds infesting the tiny strip of garden out by the garage. I had feared a battle, but they were shallow-rooted monsters, vanquished by the handful. Dom's going to have some guys in tomorrow to tidy up elsewhere, and I was afraid that they'd just mow the whole plot which does have some nice coneflower and coreopsis popping up from last year.

Well, I may not be dancing much, but I don't mind running in circles - clockwise and counter-clockwise about the track. I had the grounds to myself this afternoon. As I ran I tried to forget that my APES are being tested on Monday - and I'd much rather be taking the test myself than be the teacher of those taking it. Is this just a micro-mini, teeny-weeny bit like giving birth? or sending your first-born out into the cold cruel world?

Now I need to chase down some schoolish work, but...

If you haven't read jacqui at subject to change for a while, you should drop on by. Her current brief prose poem sufficiently defines "talented young writer" and reminds us of something important without preaching.