9/7: a lucky break
As the rain started coming down hard on my drive to work this morning I realized that I had forgotten my umbrella--but then it paused, just as I pulled into the parking lot on campus.
9/6: forgetting
...some of my work at school. Not enough of a problem that I needed to go back and get it, but enough of an excuse to go walking at the track for the third night in a row.
9/5: pausing
...in the morning at the pier to take some pictures (for the first time this school year):
...and in the evening on the deck to see the stars. It made me think of James Joyce's "heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit," a phrase I have loved for decades.
...and in the evening on the deck to see the stars. It made me think of James Joyce's "heaventree of stars hung with humid nightblue fruit," a phrase I have loved for decades.
9/4: lots of words!
I was lucky today in getting to spend time with different kinds of texts:
The English Teacher by Lily King, an unsettling but somehow compelling novel;
Phaedra by Seneca, which I'm translating with the senior Latin students;
Every Heart a Doorway by Seanan McGuire, which I just started listening to while walking and was kind of charmed by;
and
The Gospel of Mark, which my students did a narrative analysis of.
9/3: unexpected lunch out
Our electricity went off in the middle of the night and wasn't scheduled to be restored until the late afternoon. So we went out into town for a lunch of pizza and beer!
9/1: an okay start
...to the writing of my "self-evaluation" letter. There's plenty more to go, but I'm glad to be well into it now; the pre-thinking of it was beginning to stress me out unduly.
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