Welcome to Spring...

Semester, that is, though the weather thinks it is, too. Honestly, it is about 80 degrees out there. The kids were all in tees and flipflops. Listed under things-that-are-dumb-to-do-on-the-first-day-of-classes are attempting to park in the parking garage anytime after 7 AM, and buying your textbook at the bookstore, even if the line outside is tiny or even non-existent, because the line inside is hella-long, even though there are 11 cashiers cachinging away. I parked across the street, which still seems to be insider information and had many available slots, then braved crossing Mendocino Ave it's plethora of drivers who hate that crosswalk flasher, and inched past the smarmy bible guys (thy're green this year, eco-friendly drivel?) So, after the happy quarter hour stuck in a parade of other hopefuls in the garage and another half hour in the bookstore, I went to the library coffee shop for my first chai baba chai of the semester. New person, it was lukewarm. I did get to peruse the year in review in People magazine while sipping away. Teacher was late to class, and, once again we got the syllabus read to us. College or no college, they are taking no chances that anyone is going to misunderstand the requirements of being an adult. They were all there in black and white, some even in boldface. I am home now after a quick trip to the Central Library, where I was graciously treated by the librarian, who accepted my replacement book for the one Pickle gnoshed on the other night. Now have nothing to do except slap away at my Peanut Gallery painting, still fine-tuning that sucker. Retirement rocks!