There is something I must confess. We killed something tonight. It is alright to say so, because itwasn't an endangered species (at least, I don't think it was). We hit a cottontail rabbit on the way home tonight. It made a funny little "thump" sound. We didn't mean to, we really didn't. It just kinda ran under the Bronco. It made me feel a bit sad. But, as Daniel said, "Ya know, they get smarter as we kill the dumb ones." Still, even the dumb ones are cute.
On a happier note, I found that old women aren't the only ones who like my hair! Nope, young ones do too. Of course, I knew that already, but I found out tonight that young men like it, too. I was standing in a exterior stairwell at school while I was finishing up a phone call, with my hair down and blowing freely in the wind. Some guy came up to me and said, "You have the most beautiful hair." Why, thank you very much! I think so too.
Another thing. My math teacher said that she will meet me before class to go over the last test I took. My last test score reflected the fact that I still don't understand a few of the things she has taught us, so she is willing to do a bit of tutoring. What a relief!
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not take them bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;//Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing thereHad worn them really about the same,//
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,I doubted if I should ever come back.//I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made the difference.
"These little moments ... matter, for they are where we live every day."
- Paul David Tripp