Rub-A-Dub-Dub. A Book In A Tub.

My 20 pound, 2 inch thick, $100.00 Educational Psychology textbook fell in. I now have a 40 pound, 4 inch thick, $1.00 Educational Psychology textbook which I hope I will still be able to read.

The moral of the story? There is none. Except that a hot relaxing bath and a boring text book don’t mix so well. A fact which I highly doubt is going to shoot its way to number one on the trivia charts. It did however get me out of any further reading for tonight. Maybe even for the next few nights.

As it is, the book is sitting on the bathroom heat register with the weight of my tool box pressing it down. I am hoping to avoid having to nab a Safeway shopping cart to lug it around to the coffee shop where I sometimes like to go to bury my head in my book along with the other college students, even if I’m the only one with gray hair. If the old heat register and weight trick works, I might be able to compress the mushroomed mound of paper enough to still fit it in my back-pack.

Andree came to the rescue with a huge bath towel and together we tried to soak up most of it but I’m afraid the damage was already done. Oh well, s.... happens. What can you do! Speaking of Andree. In answer to your question Kate, she’s picked up a part time job at a Lotto 649 booth in the Plaza 33 Mall. It’s one morning a week on a regular basis plus any other days the owner might require to take some time off. She comes home full of stories about how people line up to spend tons of money to buy tickets for which they say they won’t win anyway. Duh? Why buy them? (Ever heard of “The Secret?”

My workshop across the lake is going very well. It is beautiful to witness the magic that happens in the context of a group writing together. The energy alone can transport you to a place of transformation. I love doing these groups both in person and on-line. There’s nothing like it. And unlike other things I have to push through, (like a wet and rather boring textbook) this is effortless and life giving.