Friday, October 26, 2007

Post Potter Depression

Not having suffered, to my knowledge, any other form of depression, I can only judge based on my own experience that Post Potter Depression must be the most virulent form known to man. I have read all the Harry Potter books, seen all the movies, listened to the books on tape and am finally left with nearly nothing. Mere snippets of Harry insights trickle from the crumbs J K Rowling chooses to drop since the last book was published, snippets which were better left unsnipped. I find myself going to the website only to find that the sealed door is still open, containing only the last message posted upon publication of the final tome.

My friends tell me, you can always read another book. I try, but my heart remains unmoved, my mind in limbo waiting, hoping that at least the latest movie will soon come to dvd and perhaps there will be an announcement about the next movie.

I have spent the better part of so many years reading, re-reading the Harry books available, immersed in Hogwarts. Alas, the magic is gone.

Maybe I'll start all over, not for awhile. For now, I'll drown my misery by immersing myself in the dark know, Hershey's, Godiva and Whitmans.


Tuesday, October 2, 2007

I'm a Believer

I'm a believer, and that doesn't refer to religion or the Monkees' song, although both apply. My middle daughter L_ drives 25 miles each way to college 3 times a week. As she drove to class this week, her car made a funny knocking noise which she asked me about over the phone. She thought it might be a tire problem and a classmate told her he knew everything about tires since he works for Discount Tire. All he could tell her was that the tire would need to be replaced within the next several months.

At a friend's house, L_ and he discovered that not only were two lug nuts missing from her wheel, but that the bolts were sheared off. She took the car to have it fixed and amazingly it only cost $45.00. Quite a bargain considering it could have cost L_ her life travelling to and from college.

I advised her to tell her "I know everything about tires" classmate that he skipped the part in class about counting lug nuts.