day residue
I got a perfect score on all my papers, got A's in the classes. Yay! On the final in one I only managed 82.5. Class average was 65.75 so I wasn't the only one struggling. It's funny that overall in the past few quarters, I score better taking two evening classes a quarter rather than one. It must be that there is no time remaining for distraction. But I won't do it again. It sucks the life right out of you after work.All I know is that I must finish, even while so much else in life seems in jeopardy.
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So anyway, mutual dreaming contest afoot, must release day residue so it doesn't populate my dreams.
My mind has been absorbed by something I read in a radio transcript of an interview of a searcher. One of the speakers said more than once that the little town "was on the way to nowhere." An outsider is less likely to have abducted the little girl, because of the location of the town "on the way to nowhere."
Personally, I agree it is less likely for an abductor to be an outsider.
Yet,the town isn't at all "on the way to nowhere." It's part of the Olympic Peninsula loop.
Tonight, I was in a convenience store. This fellow is in the corner, unfolding maps and seems distressed. "Where am I? I've no idea how I got here," he finally confesses. A man behind me in line says, "We call it Felony Flats." The stranger grinned. He wants to find a campground at the beach.
I've heard people describe our own town as the end of the road on the way to nowhere. I think it is actually the end of a particular road. But it's also on the loop, the beginning or the end depending on where you start, and the beach.
Maybe going around in a circle "is" going nowhere in a sense, but the sights are amazing. And you can get coffee and a map in Felony Flats. ;)
I forgot why I started talking about this. Oh, to clear my mind..
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