Rivers, Garlic, Grey Hairs, Wet Heads

Saturdays have been awfully busy of late. Today, I'm going to Toledo again for a teacher training session related to the Student Watershed Watch. In October, area high school students sample local waterways and report findings at a conference in November. Next year, my writing students will join them, but I want to go through the process on my own this year to get ready.

Tonight I'm going to a "garlic party." A friend has invited people over to watch the U-M football game and ordered them to show up with garlic-rich dishes. Being an afficionado of "the stinking rose" myself ("it's not a spice, it's a vegetable!"), this sounds dandy. And I expect you wouldn't have to worry too much about people crashing the party--one whiff and most people would run.

One other observation about Thursday's concert: I was pleased to see that Kristine and I were not the oldest people there! It's always a concern anymore when we go to concerts. Not that it would be a bad thing, but it would feel kind of odd. But yet again, we were a good ways short of being the oldest. Hats off to rockin' grannies!

Saw this quote by a commenter on Ypsi~Dixit's site that I thought some who come around here might enjoy. Keep it in mind as you enjoy an autumn weekend:

Velvet pillows, safari parks, sunglasses: people have become woolly mice. They still have bodies that can walk for five days and four nights through a desert of snow, without food, but they accept praise for having taken a one-hour bicycle ride: "Good for you." Instead of expressing gratitude for the rain by getting wet, people walk around with umbrellas. Nature is an old lady with few suitors these days, and those who wish to make use of her charms she rewards passionately.