I have been going through the guide books I used to read in middle school. I wonder what had happened to that curiosity in weather. Further, the primer on geology was giving me flashbacks of earth/space sciene plus wheat I’ve learned since 1972. What ever happened to that potential? It isn’t just the lack of income, but of productivity.

I seem to be running the thoughts of the fall of 1977 rather than the agony of the fall of 1984. 1977 radically changed my direction, only because I approached the academics of chemistry the wrong way. The pressure of finding employment, which still eludes me nearly a half century later. I just signed up for a speech on communication style, which signaled to me some of what I’ve been aware. I was around too many women, especially nuns, and the fear of hurting others.