Saturday, August 18, 2018

Thursday, August 16, 2018

These are the three poems I sent DA

Muse, After HoursAsifa.


Now we wait...

(Super full and very grownup day today: Search committee work and meeting, candidate interview, CASA visit, CASA updates, Tamil class, book club (Little Fires Everywhere), kid cuddle time, sending poems to DA.)
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Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Beach, But



After Remarkable Creatures, I really wanted to find fossils, so we decided to day-trip to Petoskey. It turned out that Scout and Huck weren't allowed on the beach, so we picnicked in the woods and took turns going to the beach. 

I called the warden who gave me directions to a "dog-friendly beach" in Harbor Springs... but that turned out to be mostly marina, huge houses, and Betsy DeVos lookalikes. So we turned around and came home. Actually, the kids were  ready to do that once the picnic had been had :D. 


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Monday, August 13, 2018

Did She? Didn't She?

I took the day off today, found a magazine I hadn't read yet, and gave it a read.

Some of the news seemed... a bit off, so I checked the cover and realized that it was from 2015. 

2015!



Anyway, there was this article about Amy Poehler, at the very end of which she talks about wanting to take up drums in 2018.

That's this year... which is almost two-thirds gone. I want to whisper to her: Do it! Do it! You can do it! There's still time!








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Sunday, August 12, 2018

The End



Is it the end of Sunday? I've done nothing all day but work on something I was supposed to have finished nearly a month ago. I guess I might have actually felt like I accomplished something if I had met my deadline. Instead, this is just reminding me that term will be upon us soon, and there are still so many OTHER things I have to finish.

One good thing I'm happy about today is that I signed up to work with the poet Doug Anderson one-on-one. The other good thing may be the gnocchi-primavera I invented for dinner from the pantry/veggie drawer.

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we're worth it

Already unthinkably wild things have been done and said (by my mom, natch) and wilder things have been said in support (by Big A who is her ...