It is no secret, really, that I've nearly no formal education. I had other...interests. And by that time Mom was pretty much worn out on the whole parenting thing. Oh, I was very well-read, entranced by Jacque Brel's music, loved the Chicago Symphony field trips and all that but...well...I am in many other things utterly ignorant.
Then today I saw this. I think I'll go ahead and drop the cash on it. Sure, one could get a history book from about 1955 and learn much the same but, like the gym, if one spends money on a thing it is given a bit more priority in life.
I need to catch-up, really, on this whole education thing. As a matter of fact, I've considered asking our friend's homeschooling wife about the math thing. [Insert old time scary movie organ tune here.] I hate math. HATE IT. As in avoid it at all costs. I am a math moron. I can manage to do a 20% tip but heaven help me if the SOP changes to, say 23%.
But there's no reason to remain stupid, is there? I mean, it's my choice. I've the ability. I just need to find the will. But I'll tell you this: I refuse to diagram a single sentence. Not gonna do it.
(Do you think this means I can get a Trapper Keeper with David Cassidy on the cover?!)