I'm listening to Strauss right now, which makes me in the mood for waltzing. I learned waltz when I was a kid. I love to dance. There's this not-so-new TV show, "So you think you can dance" which I watch weekly. Participants vie for who's the best dancer. Those dancers, they've improved so much since they started.

My sister just called. Asked me what I'm doing. I said I'm writing. " About what?" she giggled. "Random thoughts", and left it at that. My sister and I, we are so different. While she loves to go to the mall and shop, shop, shop for things she stashes in her closet, and never to be seen again; I prefer to go shopping for real estate- the older, the better - in settled neighborhoods. Or, just searching for mudhuts and fossils.

I browsed through the forums. Someone mentioned Thoreau. Boy, that is hard reading for me. I have one of his books in my library collecting dust. One of these days, I'll get to it.

I better close here, lest I start waxing philosophical. I'll leave you with Thoreau: "Go confidently in the direction of your dream."