It doesn't seem like it has been a year. Some days it seems like it has been ten years. Some days I still look for your cars at the river pub. Wonder what next year will feel like.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
I don't have pictures from the KAP reading...
but a year ago today we were reading and singing and clapping for ourselves.
It doesn't seem like it has been a year. Some days it seems like it has been ten years. Some days I still look for your cars at the river pub. Wonder what next year will feel like.
It doesn't seem like it has been a year. Some days it seems like it has been ten years. Some days I still look for your cars at the river pub. Wonder what next year will feel like.
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These are so great. Nostalgia town, here it comes!
I'm in Tunica, Mississippi. Yesterday, we were in Clarksdale. The Blues museum is great. Muddy Waters was born and raised there, John Lee Hooker grew up there as well for many of his formative years. Son House, Ike Turner, Howlin Wolf, and Robert Johnson lived in Clarksdale too--it's a meca for the blues. Bearden, I think you and Laura would really enjoy it. Tom and I hit some folk art museums which never fail to make me feel inspired and proud of the delta's rich art and musical history. We went to Morgan Freeman's Blues Club, Ground Zero. Will be in TUnica gambling for a few more days, then we're off to Ohio for a week. It's been so long since we've been on vacation, I want to tell people about it. So here you go. What are you guys doing?
I am giving myself a salon-perfect french manicure by Sally Hansen and learning about kaizen, the Japanese theory of continuous self-improvement.
These pictures make me wish for workshop.
That was not a salon-perfect french manicure
Carmen, That sounds so wonderful. I want to be there. Great pics, Abby.
I'm dealing with a student who flunked my creative writing course. Seriously. Creative Writing. And now she isn't going to graduate unless I play Mother Theresa in the next 24 hours. CREATIVE WRITING! You really really have to earn an F in my classes.
I think I'm moving to Albuquerque for the summer to spend time with a friend and work at a law firm and figure out what's next. I think teaching may be a thing of the past but I have no plan. Basically this year has taught me three things: 1. I'm a pretty good teacher 2. I don't write when I'm teaching 3. Georgetown is the worst.
Maybe I'll move to Chicago, or to the Northwest, or to D.C. Maybe I'll apply to law schools. Maybe I'll finally get a job that pays me what I'm worth.
I'm getting Max ready for his NASA trip by forcing him to take a bath. He'll be riding in a car with four other boys at 5 am tomorrow, and so not smelling like stankfoot is important.
And I'm reading "Animal Farm" to them starting tomorrow night, as they have requested books about animals who talk.
And tomorrow, I'm going to wash the windows of the County Line, then don my cap and gown and attend graduation again, then eat with my friends, then fly back into town to wash a few Mattress Firms.
So far, in the job hunt, I've been rejected from Hays High. I saved that rejection letter and put it the box with the others - the ones from Swink and Colorado Review and Bloom and fifty others. Is there something wrong with me?
I'm headed to Deadwood, S.D. for the weekend for a wedding reception. The high tomorrow is supposed to be 38. Yikes.
I've learned that I don't write when I have a job and a boyfriend (I know I used to write with just the boyfriend, and just the job.) I need to find a solution for this. So you can count your blessings, Jack, because even though I've already forgotten how to get onto google groups, Amelia said you had a story posted, which is more than I have.
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