Fishsticks, My Legacy

Low and behold my little nephew, Duncan, asked me is I gave up fishsticks for lent. I laughed so hard. I had no idea that my love for fishsticks was that well known. It was bad enough when Bekah, Jacob, and Nathan enjoyed a shared moment of laughter over my feeding them fishsticks as children, but Duncan? I'm not even Catholic, and neither is he. That's the kind of thing, right out of the blue, that life is all about. The next day Barry brought home a box of cheap fishsticks and we went to town on em.

Yesterday a gloomy feeling came over me after class. My teacher handed me my mid-term exam and said I did nauseatingly well as usual. ummm. Why don't I feel like "A" material?" My friend was in a yucky mood and left before I got my test back (we usually walk to our cars together). We had just seen the movie, "House of the Spirits," in which were some abuse scenes that made her very uncomfortable. On my drive home I began wondering why I felt gloomy. Other than feeling unworthy of "A" status, I suppose it had something to do with wondering about my strange friend's mysterious past. I gather from her words and actions that she must have been abused in her past. I wonder what it would be like to have a normal friend. I don't mind abby normal friends, but just wondering. I'm sure my friends wonder the same.

I am now a member of Phi Kappa Phi. I never thought I would be a member of an honor society. It's too bad that my degree is not marketable. I am looking forward to reentering the working world, but I am a bit nervous. Not only because I am 40 something, but because I have lost my marketable skills. I feel stupid now that I have a BA in Humanities, but can't operate the current software programs used by businesses. I feel like I need to go back to school! Isn't that ironic; don't cha think; it's like raeeeain on your wedding day; it's like finding ten thousand spoons, when all you need is a knife (Alanis).