I was telling Missie about my new neighbor this morning. Her response was that God gave me a daughter very late in life. As I sat listening to Mickey today I see where we have a lot in common.

I think God's trying to tell me something about myself through this young lady. I certainly hope I did not sound as desperate as she does at times. I'm awfully afraid she's going to get hurt. It's not my business. I just kind of caution her to slow down.

I gave her my poetry magnets when I learned that she liked to write poetry. I figure those will keep her occupied for a while. I also gave her some flower seeds and loaned her my gardening tools. She needs something constructive to do with her time. She spends too much time day dreaming. Nothing good with come of what she talks about. I could tell her that from personal experience. I used to be a big dreamer, too.

School went well today. It was very quiet without Jermaine. Man, can he come up with some whoppers. Yesterday he told us about waking up next to a snake. I asked him if he was scared and he said,"no, because it only bites white people." I told him in that case I would stay far, far away from it.

The music therapist came today. He's kind of cute actually. Logan accompanied Lakale to the session and really seemed to enjoy it. I can't believe they pay this guy to drive all the way in from McMinnville. He says they not only pay his mileage but they do his gas, too. Wow! But in the long run it costs the county far less than a lawsuit from Lakale's mother, I guess.