Tomorrow, it's back to work for me. A day so innocently titled "work day" before the students arrive. I'm hoping to have a couple of hours in my room to work before the meetings and my trip to the train station to pick up a student.
(Note to self: must, must, must remember to take coffee to school; there's none left in my room, and the day will not go well without it.)
We've had a quiet day here today, with Melissa and Hillary both reading books that refuse to be put down. I finished reading Li-Young Lee's latest, and found that I liked the second and third parts of it much more than the first part. My favorite tropes of his are, I think, the ones involving fruit. And flowers. Perhaps this is a bit sentimental--my first experience with his poetry was reading "The Weight of Sweetness." Perhaps it's because he just makes damn fine use of the metaphor.
I also spent part of the day drafting a poem for the chap I'm working on, tentatively titled Where We Might Be Welcome. Today's poem, which is really just the start of a poem, is decidedly Old-Testament-vengeful-God sort of stuff. Thank you, oh Rocky Bayou Christian School of my youth.
At present, I'm making chili. A big pot of it. And when I say big, I mean stock-pot big. Think gallons. So I hope everybody's hungry.
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