Thursday, December 12, 2019

Toot! Toot!



You can see the very, tiny TIP of my Nu's nose four seats in, first full row from the right, in the bass clarinet section. Some errant toots came from that section too 😊












It's a good thing I got a full view of the little tooter before they headed off to their winter concert.

Monday, December 09, 2019

Earshot

my mind--more a revolving door
lets me in, lets me out

every question, any song brings 
anger, then I'm sad 

there's no sun, and all light is 
gentle. Alright--absent

I want, I want so much and yet--
take nothing... I take hold


Saturday, December 07, 2019

10,000 Words

It feels like I said everything that needed to be said multiple times with my nearest ones, and I need a break from thinking and talking about the same thing.

Early morning walk with L; Lunch buffet at Saffron today with L&T and EM and Nu and Big A; baklava from Shatila via Sultan's; and the short story volume from N.K.Jemisin for book club tomorrow.

I'm calling the day officially closed for further business.

Friday, December 06, 2019

Roil

I'm still riled up from the aftereffects of reading the investigator's report yesterday.

Got to work early and was hanging out in SS's hallway talking about our enby kids when we heard a thud and someone shouting for 911. Turns out a student, who was in DD's office for an oral exam, had fallen out of their chair and was seizing. I ran downstairs to show the ambulance people to the right office, convinced the student to go to the hospital since their seizure had lasted longer than ten minutes, and the day never really quieted down after that.

In between student conferences (not a teaching day), there was lots of time, apparently, for me to find assorted friendly colleagues to break down in front of. Ugh. I reapplied lip balm and mascara, but I don't think I'm actually going to make it to the campus holiday party. I need it to be the weekend already.

prayer for a future tide

hollows show with stars in sequence all these years  paralyzed only by the possibility of time... if this world were mine * we'd follow ...