Bob Dylan's 115th Dream
For the last month or so every post on this site has used a Bob Dylan song as its title. My sister was the first to notice. She won a copy of Newsweek from June of last year. For the rest of you that didn't notice: shame on you! It's Bob Dylan.
I was driving back from the grocery store the other day when I passed by Pioneer High School. A team was playing something in the field, but I didn't get a good look until I stopped at a light. It was cricket. Only in Ann Arbor do you seen cricket at the local high school. Then, later on I was relaxing in my study - yes I have a study - when I heard quite a ruckus outside. Shopping cart races on main street. Only in Ann Arbor. This is the sort of town where you see "No War From Oil" bumper stickers on even the Hummers.
Does anyone else find it strange that huge SUVs are named after a sexual activity?
On Sunday my sister and I joined my parents in looking at the house they want to buy. First thing I couldn't get over was how much smaller things where. They were going from a huge lawn to almost no lawn, from a pretty big house to an average sized home, from no one near by to neighbors right next door. I'm not completely sure if I like the house yet. There are certainly parts of the house that I like, but in other ways it seems a bit to much like a cottage. I suppose part of that could be the current occupant, a single young man. I'm ok with my bachelor's pad, but all the others seem to be a little off putting to me.
My own house has gotten a bit messy again. Part of this is due to having no place to put my DVDs right now. This should get fixed Thursday when my shelves come in. Then I just have to get the old coffee table tucked away. A new couch, rug and lamps would finish off the living room; which is the next thing I should do. The new TV stand came in a few weeks ago, and it is very nice. The problem now is that the rest of the room seems cheap next to it.
Time to drift off to the 116th dream.