Anyway, now the class room lectures are over, and I have an exam this week and two next week to take. Then I will turn in all the paperwork to see what size license I can get. I will be very glad when all this is done. I am glad that I went through with it but am tired of using my brain. I actually want to vegetate for a while. I'm finding it hard to divert attention away from material for the exams. Thankfully, July fourth holiday will keep me busy doing happy things that have nothing to do with exams or school.
My wife and I had a discussion this morning about the caregivers getting a puppy. It's a done deal that they are getting a border collie puppy. My wife gave her approval. I don't think that a puppy, especially a high energy puppy like a border collie, is appropriate to be around my wife's 90 year old mother who has difficulty walking. She asked what I thought, and I told her.
I know dogs and have been around them all my life. A sedate adult dog would probably be a great companion and might spark a lot of happiness in my MIL. But bringing in a puppy seems a bit much. Only time will tell as to how this works out with the elderly mother and the elderly cat she has. There are times that I wonder, "What was she thinking?". But I know to let this go and not lecture or make it an issue between us. After all, this isn't my business. These are her parents, and she does a wonderful job in making sure that they are comfortable and watched over.
I am going to home group tonight. It feels like an eternity since I was there, even though it was just last Monday evening. I can feel that I need the peacefulness of the meeting. And the grounds quiet the restlessness that has come to be part of my day since beginning the classes over three weeks ago. I can tell that my stress tolerance for exams and classes has diminished with age. I want this behind me. I want to do low key stuff like gardening and sailing. I like what Helen Keller had to say about going to college:
Gradually I began to find that there were disadvantages in going to college. The one I felt and still feel most is lack of time. I used to have time to think, to reflect, my mind and I. We would sit together of an evening and listen to the inner melodies of the spirit, which one hears only in leisure moments when the words of some loved poet touch a deep, sweet chord in the soul that until then had been silent. But in college there is no time to commune with one's thoughts. One goes to college to learn, it seems, not to think. When one enters the portals of learning, one leaves the dearest pleasures – solitude, books and imagination – outside with the whispering pines. I suppose I ought to find some comfort in the thought that I am laying up treasures for future enjoyment, but I am improvident enough to prefer present joy to hoarding riches against a rainy day.
There will be some whispering pines swaying in the hot breeze tonight. I want to share these photos of where the home group meets.
|Where we meet|
|Huge pine tree in the Serenity Garden|
|Statue of St. Francis at the base of the large pine|