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The formatting is wonky, but it is still a word processor and I can send directly to my blog, so I am not complaining at all.  Two words for you:  Zoho Writer.  Google it.  Love it.  Make it your own.

Now, with much less exuberance, a high school classmate of mine was killed in a freak accident over the weekend.  Attending a minor league baseball game, she was fatally struck by a line drive foul over third base.  She is survived by her husband, two daughters, and their extended families.  My deepest sympathies are with them.

I always thought W was a beautiful girl.  She had amazing thick, curly, red hair, and was the first girl I knew to wear a banana clip.  When W wore a banana clip, her hair looked like a molten waterfall–it was glorious.  I sat behind her in Biology and used to stare at her hair, blowing my own limp bangs up out of my face in despair. 

Once, I asked her how she got her hair to do that.  She showed me the banana clip.  I bought one.  As you can imagine, my baby fine, barely jaw length bob did not look as lovely as her shoulder length mane of wild curls.  So I went and got an asymetric cut and wrote emo poetry.  Oh my lord, did I write the emo poetry.  Did you know I was the editor of the literary magazine one year, and co-editor for two more?  Three years of wailing teen agony.  I got sent to the school counselor Senior year because my English teacher thought my six word poem was a suicide note.  (It wasn’t.  It was just twee.)

Obviously, I did not know W well.  I only knew her looks and that she did well in class, and that she was well loved by her friend group–a group that stayed close to this day.  I am sorry for their loss, as well as her family’s.

My heart also goes out to the player who was at bat.  How hard is it going to be for him to step up to the plate again?  I hope he is okay.

My fear of sharks in swimming pools is strange. I am only really afraid when doing the crawl, or when I can’t touch bottom, and then it is worse when my feet are exposed. I blame the first chapter of Jaws. Since I like to swim the crawl, and since I have been having some mild panic at the gym, I decided to get some new swim fins. See, with fins on, my toes covered, I feel better. But I can hardly wear full sized fins in a lap pool. Solution? Kiddie fins.

I wear a pretty small shoe. I can wear a child size 4. I found myself a little fin/mask/snorkle set. Problem solved! I can swim happily ever after. Especially considering it is a Disney princess set.

That’s right. I am rocking Disney princess fins at the gym, along with my serious speedo, serious swim cap, and serious racing goggles.

If any of you run across a twitter feed with a woman of this description, please let me know. I want to enjoy being gymtertainment.

I’m testing the speech function On my telephone to see if i can use this for blogging rather than type everything. I do have to annunciate in order for this to pick up i’m saying. I also noticed it cannot tell i need a capital i. Kind of fun. Don’t see myself using it frequently though. I think i can type faster than i can speak out, read and edit. It might be nice if something strikes my mind in the car, or if thor has something to say. Enough for now so good night.