Classes suspended.
Wow, I’ve blogged 3 times and it isn’t even noon yet. I need to start working.
Right after people have gone to their workplaces and students seated in their classrooms. They slaved a journey against the heavy rains and gusty winds. Just to be in class or at work. Then… “Okay boys and girls, you can go home and fight against the weather one more time. Have a nice day!” Though I cannot deny I am somehow thankful for the free hour and fifteen minutes left of my workday. (I only officially work til 12:45 p.m. Though there is much to accomplish in the office that I keep putting off. Blah-blum-blug.)
Weather forecasts are a lot like fortune-telling. It never tells you anything definite, lets you keep on guessing “What is really going to happen?” Meteorology shows its usefulness in catastrophic situations. Much like seismology, in the case of volcanoes gone boink and earthquakes to the umpteenth intensity. Warning systems aren’t very practical, at least not in THIS country, still in the advanced stone age-mezzo pliestocene period.
Who was that teacher in Divination in the Harry Potter books? *bling* Ahh yes… Professor Trelawney. And Firenze, the Centaur, who stood in for her one time in Divination.
I must admit that even before reading Rowling’s work, I’ve been enthused with the ideas in wicca. Particularly those aspects which entice the senses and enhances the consciousness. Much of which, I believe, inspires the poet, artist and craftsman in an individual.