Okay, I found this today, and it makes up for the vitriol of my previous blog entry from yesterday...or perhaps affirms all of that and takes me to some new dimension that I, the nervous emerging writer/editor, still struggle to recognize, let alone understand...this is all new to me, folks! Out here.....
Today's Brindle report: his physical therapy continues, he is the favorite dog in the hospital, and he is getting spoiled on a mix of canned and dry food (at home it's dog bone treats and dry good, although an expensive brand of chow so I don't feel too guilty.) His legs are moving, though he still can't quite stand on them.
Empty Nest update, today's Tarah report: better than yesterday, one of those "time is frozen" Sundays that we endure with increasingly August and September tension as the heat presses on and sometimes even gets worse....yes, it was Tarah, yesterday, sobbing at 4 pm. To reiterate, it was one of those "close" late summer days where you feel so shut in with dark curtains and A/C and sensory outside deprivation you may as well be in Nome, Alaska during December...sobbing....Alex was gone playing poker with friends, the kitty didn't want to hang out with her, she was sick of watching "lost" reruns on her laptop, the apartment was a mess, she was lonely.....and later, after I tried to convince her to visit me at the house, she called in a panic from the Shell station. Not only had she heard, at 9 pm, gunshots so loud that she'd hit the deck and fled (police and helicopter swarming the complex,) but she'd just locked her keys in the car. Good thing MOM paid for her Triple A card for a year.....I don't remember having one of those at 21....today is much better, I was a morning wreck, but she called at lunchtime from work, "everything is fine, and Alex apologized for not rushing home at 10 pm when I cut my foot on the kitchen table and thought I needed stitches." Oh, good. Nirvana once again. I can't wait for them to get married.
As for me. Online classes (three sections of 1B) are under control + I managed, after four hours of staring at the computer,to hack out my Eng 1A and creative writing syllabi. Do I detect a faint tremor of.....feeling okay about fall semester, after all? I have a great, if really packed, schedule of classes, and it's been my dream to teach creative writing, which I will be for the second year....so I can say it's all good, and time to toss that Mojave Green rattlesnake off the blanket on my chest. Hurl the whole thing, blanket and reptile, far across the room and jump and run!
And, I have a book coming out. I might be the lone ranger, walloping around an empty desert with a big three ring notebook of some 400 pages printed out, invisible to polite society, but there it is. I've rescued it from the dark corner of my hot garage, and I'm even going to take it to work tomorrow and build a shrine to it.