Went to a clothing swap Sunday. Lots of women in one room for an extended period of time. To be truthful, with that many women with that many bags of swap goods, I thought it would take forever. It only took about three hours. I got some good clothes and got rid of some. Afterwards went out for cheap-ass Mexican with friends who had been there. It was a good conversation we had despite my being dog-tired. (poor dogs, they are much maligned)

Went home and watched the Olympics. I had no idea – none – that rowing could be so exciting to watch.

I’ve come to another point in my change of path. I think I will pursue a masters in French and Pedagogy. I could be a high school French teacher. At the very least improve my French. I need something to garner my energy, my focus. It will mean flinging myself into the world of those with negative disposable income for a year while I make up some undergraduate French courses. After that I can apply for financial aid for the graduate program. This gives me a year to study for the GRE (i.e. relearn the math I have forgotten) and figure out if this is what I want. Will I study enough to make it worth the while? Is this something I am truly prepared to pursue with intent? We’ll see. I’ve got until November 1 to send in the undergraduate application. If the French doesn’t work, they I will pursue a Master of Arts in Education with a focus on social studies.