Higher Ground

So, Lennon is busy straddling the sofa. Mary is playing guitar hero, and i'm here to type on my blog. Blog...I remember when they were almost totally for personal use back in the early days of livejournal and deadjournal. You didn't run the risk of having some crazy corporation spamming you with offers through your blog and you didn't have to worry about people finding it and spamming your own blog everywhere, it was for you and the people you chose to share it with. If I think about computers have changed a lot since I first started using...Hell, I remember when I have five and we used Dosshell. That was long ago in a much simpler world. I wouldn't even know how to get there using microsoft vista...I use to know how in '98, but not anymore. The system is to complicated and has to many back ground programs anymore. But where would we be without it? Well, people would still write letters by hand which would be nice. Because I honestly do love a hand written letter.

July 22 is when Eric is supposed to get married to this girl that we've all met once. She seems very nice, but it just worries me that he's going to get a year and a half into this thing and be completely unhappy. What happens then? He doesn't believe in divorce, so he's just stuck with her for the rest of his life? That doesn't seem fair to either of them.

My dad is retiring from farming which seems very strange as well. What will he do with himself is something that I think every one is wondering. I think that he'll be happy, or more happy than he is now, once he is retired. He'll have time to do things that he likes to do. Mom feels like everyone is blaming her. I'm pretty sure she didn't sneak around in the night and put compression fractures in his back. It wasn't her fault that he fell out of a silo a long time ago thus probably compromising the entire structure of his spine and that he has arthritis in it as well.

Anyway, that's about all I have to rant about for right now. Last final tomorrow and then i'm free all summer long. It'll be joyous.