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Location: St. Vincent & Grenadines

You were driving home in the dark on one glass-slippered heel, window sliced open and bathing in the snowliquor of the night air. We heard you singing, and couldn't bear to wake you.

20 August 2005

Peeling mangoes on a fold-out couch.

All right, this is getting ridiculous. Almost two weeks now with no post, so fine: here's a post.

At first I had an excuse: me and the gals went on a trip up to Nevada City to see my dad and stepmom and brother and sister-in-law and niece and grandma where they live (all except grandma) in a spiritual community of devotees of Paramahansa Yogananda. It was hot. We played in the Yuba River.

Then we came back home and, well, I really don't have any excuse for not checking in here. Except, perhaps, that school looms. Boy, how it doth loom. It hecka-looms, in fact. And so as soon as we got home I went to school, and I've pretty much been living in my classroom ever since.

There's so much to do. So much to prepare. Oddly enough, I've been getting shit done -- odd because I am an infamous procrastinator, and because my procrastinatory tendencies usually ramp up in direct proportion to the importance and complexity of the task at hand. Yet somehow, I've managed to spend the better part of the last two weeks going to work and getting to work, day after day. It's weird. I like it.

One week to go. I've been operating at roughly 65% happy excitement, 35% mortal terror. Now it's 60/40. My room is immaculate and beautiful -- nervous energy tends to show up in me as an obsessive clean streak -- and I'm full of ideas for the coming year. This place is a teacher's dream -- well-appointed facilities, supportive, enthusiastic colleagues, families that are invested in their children's success, an ethos of compassion and trust, high standards, small classes, everything -- and I really, really, really want to do well there.

And, you know, I think I will. For once, I actually think I will.

Weird.

3 Comments:

Anonymous shoshanah said...

That picture of you looks very *M*A*S*H* Is that a dog tag you're wearing?

4:36 PM  
Blogger Felix Helix said...

No, it's a chamsa -- a talisman in the shape of a hand used to ward off the evil eye. Figures prominently in my porn opus, which received its first rejection letter not too long ago.

I guess the hat looks kinda Klingery, too, though I have my doubts as to the M*A*S*Hiness of smiling barefoot babies.

5:16 PM  
Blogger Slimbolala said...

From one profound procrastinator to another, congratulations. It's beautiful when that happens.

As far as the M*A*S*H* thing, the baby would have to be Korean and it would be a special moment in the tearful, final episode (although it wasn't).

10:23 AM  

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