Graduation-----NOT!!!!!!

Went to liberal arts and sciences advising last semester and found out exactly what I needed to take for a finish and took what they said plus some; went back with my senior form last week and they say "but that's under the old catalog and you need six more upper division credits." Could have got that in this fall if they'd have advised me correctly. And me with more total credits than Magister Ludi and working in the field for about 20 years. Well I guess they don't get any more money after they graduate someone. My plan is to copy and paste up some letterhead from the cheesiest online "university" I can find and use it to write Wichita State and tell them I am now happily degreed from a more prestigious institution and my recent lottery winnings will go to my new alma mater to endow a chair in fuckoffology.
Military retirement is still up-in-the-air. But at least there I know the level of incompetence that I am dealing with.
But I am not down. Got my Christmas present early. When I came home from work yesterday, my wife and son had been to the shelter and got, not one, but, two kittens! They were the last of a litter so they got them both. I named one Scipio (Scipio Africattus) and Wayland named the other Savage. They are about seven weeks old and just darlings. As I am recumbent here with the lap-top, they are sleeping on my chest. Blood pressure is loooow. Even got a window sticker for my car saying I am part of the Million Cat Rescue.
Thinking about spring projects. Ought to fix up my old KHS mountain bike for my son. Might have to get a new fork (bent in the greatest crash I ever had and the second time I destroyed a helmet) but it is a solid bike if a little heavy. Did jump a lot of curbs in my Duke of Delano days, although there was much re-weaving of rear spokes. My Ghost, love that bike, is an aluminum hard tail with Shimano Deore set-up and all it needs is a chain thrown on and a lube. We should go on some rides. In Missouri, they have converted quite a bit of riverside, railroad line into bike path and have some of that here in Kansas too. And maybe this summer, haul them out to New Mexico for some real spectacular peddling. My brother-in-law rides and I know we can make better time on some of the poorer trails, than we do with the 4x4.
Now its time to put kitties in their bed and then....The Greatest Crash I Ever Had.
I was on the right bank, Wichita Bicycle Path and going from street level to waterside on a ramp that angles down the embankment. Looked down and saw that my front wheel, quick release lever was not fully engaged. Said "Oi, gotta fix that" and kicked at it with my right foot, missed, and got the foot in amongst the spokes in front of the fork. Had time to realize, in the fractional second it took for my foot to go from the front of the fork to the back, that I might be in trouble. The foot hit the fork and locked the wheel. I was launched in the manner of, but with slightly more mechanical advantage than, a trebuchet. My trajectory reacquired the pavement some ten yards hence when I was in an head-down aspect. Besides the helmet, I was wearing a denim jacket with the sleeves cut off and to which I had affixed many chrome spikes on the shoulders and suitably decorated in the Metal-Head manner so as to awe and inspire my Delanoese subjects. The helmet broke and the spikes on my right shoulder gouged the asphalt so that it appeared as if worried by a large bear (you know, those animals that can be taught to bicycle with more sense and alacrity than some humans). Fortunately, it was but a one block push, inland, of my wobble-wheeled bike, to where I could put things right with some beer at Wally Brown's Down Town Saloon. Wally's was never a place where patrons dripping blood was any concern.
Never as full of myself as when I've made an ass of myself. I really hee-hawed on that one.

Graduation!!!!!!!!!!!!!--------maybe

[[[Great joy in having Craig read and comment on my first post]]]
Found out they changed the requirements (sneaks) so I might have to put some more time in at school. Had so hoped to finish that four year degree in thirty years. Going from Batchelor of Arts in History to Batchelor of old Farts with History. Had to write a begging letter to some committee asking to be passed on with my original deal. We'll see.
Liked my historioghraphy class this semester. HISTORIOGRAPHY: where people who study history, study people who studied history. (Like Beavis's friend who wanted a tattoo of an ass, tattooed on his ass.) Anyway the prof is a classical philologist. (legal in Kansas) She spent a lot of time in Eygypt, reading papyri from the Roman period. She chose "the Fall of the Roman Empire" as the theme for our research.
In the twelve years since I was last at school, I have made quite a hobby of reading about Rome. Likes how they builded things and what tools they used and the amazing ambition of their construction. That kind of sucked me in to looking at the society. Slavery but social mobility too. Wasn't all like that...what wuz that dirty movie that had the young (swoon!) Helen Mirren in it? Interesting stuff. And always something new; Hadrianic collosii in Turkey, Varus's End in Germany, all them old pots-in-a-well in London the other day, 'bout the same time as they found that wonderful wood and ivory chair in Herculanium. And, to me the most exiting, those 29 or some odd ships and boats they are excavating in the old harbor at Piza. Some with cargos intact; some with crewmembers, dogs, jugged babies; stuff in good shape from oxygen exclusion. Etruscan through the Empire. And today I saw where they are opening up C. Augustus's old house on the Capitoline...still got paint on the walls. Should have tried to get down to Rome (and Florence) when I was stationed in Germany in '02.
Now its time to pop round to "Yes, your Opinion is Valuable to me...." and see if I can get Craig to tell us what he finds interesting in the Ancient World.
Oops, put Augustus on the Capitoline, it was the Palatine Hill where he washed his socks.