Oh, Pam forgot her glasses, so I had to drop of a pair of mine to get her through the day. There was that, too. Then the number crunching, followed by the grading, which is not going like I hoped it would. I get through a few and then I want to go outside and get my hands in the dirt, which I'm trying to hold off until Spring.
The prompt asked to steal from another, so I took the first words from Ruth Stone's poem, Shapes. I went egotistical and celebrated myself without any real celebrations...a cause for celebration, indeed.
And today is Friday. God bless...I'm going to a faculty retreat. Pray for me that I won't gouge my eyes out and leap from a balcony. I'm hoping to endure.
It’s the Thought That Counts
b.r.crandall
In other news, it's National Bryan Day;
however, I don’t expect much. Just dinner,
so you might want to think about where
you will take me. I don’t like olives or celery, but
of course I love bourbon in all forms. Will you stop
by to pick me up? I’m already showered,
as I anticipated someone would want to
head over for this day of ME.. You just need to
step up, grab your wallet, & drive to 332 Mt. Pleasant..
LIKE NOW.. Stop reading this poem & get your keys
or you won’t make it to Stratford upon-the-sound
by a decent hour. George Washington is
a motorized monster at this time & I-95 will likely be
in red from Greenwich to Bridgeport until 7 p.m.
Even if you leave now…oh forget it. Just forget it. Look
at the time. I’ll celebrate myself without you.
