On a reading marathon apparently. Reading the Amelia Peabody series by Elizabeth Peters, Fred Vargas and Margaret Doody. Non-fiction title this week is Culture-Infused Counseling, edited by Arthur & Collins and off the web and possibly off the wall as well, APA's Guidelines for Psychological Practice with Older Adults. The latter two titles had me researching Social Work degree programs at local universities and entertaining the thought of going to university in the fall. This is balanced by the desire, oh desire, where does that get you? of going to art school if I'm going to go to school.

Where does dreaming fit into this?--art school is a dream; it won't earn any money, it'll cost big bucks unless the school I'm interested in has a policy for 'seniors' wherein the fees are reduced or eliminated. Expected age when program completed: 64.

Now earning a Social Work BA is much more practical and certainly does interest me. It has the possibility of providing sufficient credentials to enable me to continue to earn an income; but that said I don't think I've canvased the options without a degree. Then there's the despicable fact that I enjoy studying; despicable in two ways, too often it costs serious money to study and secondly it doesn't make for easy conversation with one's friends when one is head over heels in love with some obscure subject matter and blathering endlessly about it. Expected age when program completed: 64.

Will you still love me, will you still need me, when I'm 64?