It is Saturday evening and staring at my psychology textbook has caused a sudden increase of melatonin in my pineal gland. I must engage in something I find entertaining (like blogging) before someone finds me snoring at the table. A few weeks ago, I noticed really fast-growing "weeds" growing sporadically in the front of our place. As I pulled up one of them, I noticed that it was growing from a piece of corn. There was corn growing everywhere. I tried to keep a lot of it. I knew (because I was told) that it wasn't likely to grow corn since there was not enough of it for proper cross-pollination. But the scientist in me wanted to see if would anyway. I pulled up all but two sections, and fell in hope with my corn. It was like manna from heaven. The corn in front of the bush had gotten to be over 6 feet tall. I was really excited… until I awoke Friday morning to discover that someone had maliciously mowed over the stalks in front of the bush. There were pieces of the mangled corn all over the yard. I picked up a couple of them that actually had ears of corn growing on them. Disheartened as I am, I still have hope that the ones in front of the window will produce something.
This is as minor as it gets, but I felt like I just had to do it. I ordered a book from Amazon, from an independent seller. The book itself was $1.50; shipping was $3.99; that's a total of $5.49. I got in the mail today, and only ordered it Wednesday. It was from someone in Shelbyville and she paid $5.00 for postage. After Amazon takes their commission, it actually would end up costing her to mail me the book, instead of her making money. I felt the overwhelming and unexplainable urge to contact this lady and let her know about media mail; it would have saved her more than half on postage. So I typed her up a letter telling her about media mail and I enclosed $4 with it just because I felt bad. I hope she gets it.
