Reba

The family is out of town on vacation for like a week, so I don't have to fight anyone for the computer. This means that I may actually be posting with semi-decent regularity. But don't count on it.

I actually wandered through one of the classroom buildings the other day. It brought back memories that I didn't realize I had. Not so much memories of specific events or people or objects, but memories of "how it was." Memories that can't be pinned on anything specific, but let you experience the past unlike any other. If that makes sense at all. It's going to be something of a shock to go back to school. To walk around campus, and have there be people I know walking around all over the place. Actually going to class, rather than working. I didn't realize just how long it's been since school got out. It feels like it's gone by in a flash, but when I think, there's been a lot that's happened this summer. But then, nothing has really happened. It's going so quickly yet so slowly. A month from now, I'll be moving into the house. A whole freaking month. But it'll probably go by in a blink, just like the rest of the summer. I'm rambling.

I finally read one of the books that Dan lent me to read this summer. Our Man In Havana by Graham Greene is an excellent book. Go read it.

I think I'm going to do a sort of a mini-series of posts, in which I "analyze" (or over-analyze) various TV shows, movies, and/or books. I don't claim to be a well-informed or well-educated critic (though I'm working on both), but there are a few things which I've watched or read and thought on for a while, coming up with some (I think) interesting thoughts. And I'm going to inflict them on the rest of the world. Stay tuned.