Dreaming of a Blue Rangel!

Although, frankly, I have no idea where to get a copy of the Squirrel Nut Zippers CD's, but regardless, swing music is fantabulous.

Bed in a minute, but before I lay me down to sleep:

The Labor Day Parade evokes in one a sense, not merely of civic pride, but also, I suppose, a sense of human sympathy, comraderie, and mirth. Strange, and Chestertonian, too, to see the Clydesdale (sp?) horses - as well as the teeny ones - and to realize that but for "modern learning," we might retain a sense of awe around such strange and massive monsters. Alas, that all our learning should be used for no greater purpose than systematic de-imagination!

School is good. Gossip mills are not. Syllogisms, false or true, at this hour escape me.

God bless the soul of Mr. Vuong. Amen!

And now the blessed bed (Lord, how great is Your abundance!) calls me, and I must obey. The weather turns; a single blanket does not suffice. Somewhere in there is a poem.

Mood: I'd write more, but....
Music: Pure by Hayley Westenra - exquisite
Thought: They began rapelling in today. Amazing!