But the crows were eyeing me. I simply said, "I know why you're here." In Wolf Club, the grandmother talks to the crows and they teach her their ways. She has all the wisdom. Knowing that James Bird is coming this week, she sent them check me out and to see what I'm all about. "Don't worry," I told them. "He's going to have a great time while here. I know that you were sent." They then flew off.
This may sound strange, but I actually liked communicating with the crows and, for a moment, thought this may be the way I want to go in the future. Fewer humans. More crows. But then I thought about White people and cultural appropriation and realized I was simply living in a fantasy that this world was better than it actually is...that I might, too, have a deeper connection with meaning, world history, and the grand narratives we're all part of.
I went to campus and loaded up gift boxes of Wolf Club for the 8 participating schools that will be coming to campus this week. I'm hoping Hope Wins comes by Thursday, too. My biggest worry is getting all the materials to the location for the big day: gift bags, supplies, the books...it's a lot of stuff and heavy. I know it will take a few trips, too, and I need to get a place to store it.
The crows may also have been checking on my sanity. I mean, three day weekend and I was on campus working before heading home and stopping for flowers in the rain. Maybe they thought I was a worm or that I was one of the chopped pineapple heads thrown around the parking lot. They were everywhere. Someone started their party early, and didn't want the leaves in their car.
All plans were cancelled last night due to rain, colds, upset stomachs, and temperatures. I made a sandwich, which Karal wanted to eat after I already fed her. I was like, "This is mine," which it was.
And now it is Sunday.
