The Groove

It's hard to believe it's been almost an entire week since I've posted.  It was back to work this week and so, as a result, I've been trying to get back into the groove.  You know, the thing that, after too many days and too long a time becomes a rut, and then slowly evolves into a trench, and before you know it, it's deeper than the Grand Canyon - until the next break.  If it's hard for adults to get back into the groove, it has to be even harder for children, especially those who have become aliens - you know - teenagers.  These creatures evolve slowly (much like the groove to trench).  They go from being (usually) delightful, excited, eager beings to something that has arrived from another planet and isn't happy about it, and delights in letting the entire world know it.  Don't get me wrong.  They do have their moments, and I do mean moments.  Mostly, however, they act like the creature from the black lagoon.  So how does one inspire said aliens to do their work and be almost enthusiastic about it?  Good question and one that adults have been asking for generations throughout history.  We've all passed through this phase, though like giving birth it's quickly forgotten, and still those who have managed to morph into semi-sentient adults still have a hard time understanding.  Every generation says the same thing "You just don't get it" - or words to that effect depending on the time period.  Actually we do, we'd just as soon forget it, suck up the whole alien vibe thingie and carry on in the hopes that these creatures will morph quickly and turn back into human beings without too much trauma.  Which brings me back to the groove.  Maybe being an alien wasn't such a bad thing.  The groove is now starting to look a lot like a trench - already, and we still have one more term to go before we can all crawl out of the Grand Canyon.  Until next time.