Two Miles to Nothingness

Mr. Fun & I had dinner by ourselves this evening because Tristan was visiting with his Grandpa Shawn, our son. So after dinner we went for a drive. We were less than two miles from home on some backroad and very much in the wilderness. After leaving the main highway, we drove past some dairies, and then just fields. I looked at Mr. Fun and said, "Isn't this amazing; we are so close to the city and so far all at the same time."

In the distance the fading sunlight was painting the sky's canvas. The sight was much better, I mean MUCH better, than my little point and shot was able to catch.

The tractor contraption added some serious character to this view and I once again thought about the wonder of driving one of those machines and mowing the field of its growth, of being able to see accomplishment by looking immediately behind me. What a switch that would be from teaching freshmen students how to write and wondering as they exit the semester if they "got it."

One of those students came to visit me today in the Writing Center. "Attitude-wise" he was the worse student I had this past semester. He did a significant job of souring the attitudes of several others students. So today he came to complain that he "got" a "C" on his report card and he was sure he should have had a "B."

My thoughts were not very nice at that moment. Thankfully I had the wherewithall not to speak my mind. Instead I mustered every bit of control to explain that his immature attitude had ruined his semester in the Basic Writing class where he had been a student. What I did not tell him was that he had earned barely enough points to even be awarded a "C." I assured him that I would check the grade book and he could check back with me next week to confirm that I had not made a mistake in the calculation of final grades.

So this evening mowing vast fields of growing vegetation looks quite appealing and rewarding. I wonder how many years of college I would need to be qualified for driving that machine. I wonder where I put in my application.

Good night from Southern California.
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka