Thanksgiving turned out very nicely, with my folks driving out all this way from Newberg just to eat with us, and Serendel peeling mounds of apples and potatoes, and rearranging her dining room to fit us all in. Now we're winding through the no-man's-land between the holiday and the return to school, no appointments or events, just poetry homework, Middle Earth and lovely chilled turkey.
Ruby and I Skype occasionally. The picture and sound quality is fair to dreadful. Sometimes she looks like a wraith filmed in Atlantis on Super 8. I am amused when technological advances play out as regressions; true, we didn't use to have picture phones, but for sound, land line calls are never as wretched as many cell phone connections. Price we pay for portability, I guess...unintelligibility.
The next two weeks are going to tear by like a hundred yard dash, I think. One final this Wed., two more next Wed. and a poetry portfolio due. And that's it--we'll be done with the semester. All new classes in January. I think I'll miss doing math and learning geology. Speech class, glad to be done with it. As for poetry, I will take the intermediate class next semester, yay! The poet Robert Wrigley, who teaches here, visited our class one day, and left me heartened--I enjoy his work; it's intelligent but accessible. If that's standard in the department I am well pleased. And have some wild hope to fit in.
Seri's neighbor down the grassy hill from us (snow's gone!) is putting up a string of Christmas lights as I watch through the venetian blinds. Festive. I am brainstorming gifts to make instead of spending nonexistent cash: should be fun! Got some inspiration from a tumblr blog called "loveliness," plus it shared this great Cezanne work:
Ah, the green world. Home. I know it's still waiting, out West.
But what if I AAAAM a wraith in Atlantis?
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't worry about the need to dazzle. Anything new is special and welcome, as far as blogs go. This I know, and this is why I am always comfortable spewing the most inane (and sometimes brief) drivel into my own. Everybody who reads this blog loves you; do not be afraid to make it slick with brain-slobber when you can't be fussed to write something clever but feel like expressing yourself anyway.