things are picking up since a little girl was dropped in our household, a temporary foster child but nevertheless #12 and a sister of #11 who we fostered a little bit ago. while #11 is 16 years old, almost through high school, this little girl is still in elementary and has a long way to go, so we might not be her best option, me being 71 and all. for her it's like being brought up by your grandparents. but we're her fifth or sixth placement in less than three months. could be trouble.

on the writing front i started a project to write a biography of andrew jackson. i did this because delving into the 1820s is one way of not becoming too grieved at the wrecking ball that is being used on our own democracy today. jackson was also a fighter, a power-grabber, but he was more of a man of the people, and never raped or assaulted women as far as i know. he also was a soldier, not a draft-dodger, but enough history, the point is, by knowing a little of this, and lining them up a little, i can put them in perspective and get on with my life. i find that ten or fifteen minutes of the 1820s is enough to help with the fact that i will have to, and will, read the daily news one way or the other.

more later...