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October 23, 2005

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Wrong

Life is just too damn busy and that's wrong. Today is the first day I've been able to spend entirely at home for entirely too long. I almost managed not to get dressed at all today, but alas I had to turn over the sweet old car I'm selling to its new owner and thought I should dress for that.

In the chronicles of the friend I thought I'd lost, well, we had a long conversations that started horribly but suddenly turned a corner and we're okay. I'm relieved and happy, and now I need to get my head around that. A happy ending. Whew.

On Monday night I had my annual student meeting for the certificates and got all the food and beverages organized. I was actually carrying them into the room I'd reserved when I suddenly realized that I was going to have to run the meeting, as neither of the programs currently have directors. Not a fun moment. Luckily one of the faculty member is a natural leader and he definitely pulled his weight, as did some of the former directors. It turned out just fie, but that was a moment when I realized just how much was riding on my shoulders. These are people's careers we're talking about. The faculty would still do something because so many of them have interests in the area, but it wouldn't be the same. And dammit, I don't think it's fair that I have to arrange the meeting and chair it too. Whine.

I was so tired from it, though, that I missed my poetry workshop group which met right afterward (meaning right afterwards, with no travel time in between so I would have been late anyway).

I made curried carrot soup for our Lost evening. I hope the episodes pick up again.

Also met up with some friends at the zoo Saturday and stared at the tapirs a long time. What very strange beasts walk this planet.

Chronicles of Sloth: Episode 5

  • Email inbox down to 255 messages (down from 278 two weeks ago and from 380 when I started tracking this--it had a huge jump and I managed to whittle it back down again)
  • Still working on novel revisions, and synopsis is 99% done
  • Grant application completed and mailed and got a card saying it was received. Didn't get the fellowship I applied for in June
  • Car sold. Just left for its new home today
  • Three medical appointments for me to arrange
  • Haven't touched 2 large stacks of CDs to ready for review but the extras on top have thinned out
  • Huge pile of papers to sort through + 1 papered-high inbox of perilous proportions still untouched
  • CD pileup untouched (keep/toss/add to ectoguide)
  • 1 red cloth bag of tapes (+ a bookcase) diminished by about 4 this week
  • 2.5 friend's novels still waiting to be read & critiqued + one story
  • and there's still the lurking, unexplored more
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    Listening

    All over the map this week.

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    Reading

    Jane Liskold's Child of a Rainless Year is about a woman whose mother disappeared when she was nine. She grew up with foster parents, found for her by trustees who gave strange instructions--the parents had to move and change their names. She's in her fifties when her foster parents die and she discovers that she owns her mother's house. With the guidance of her foster mother's journals, she decides to put her life on hold and go to see it and look into the mystery of her mother's disappearance. She moves into the house, meets its groundskeeper, and start looking around to see what she can find out. While parts of this were enjoyable, overall I found it just not very dramatic or compelling.

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    Writing

    Another poem found a home, this one in a future issue of Full Unit Hookup.

    I've also got a new project (like I needed one): recording me reading some of my poems for a possible CD. Whoo!

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    Retrospective: old journal

    Thursday, August 15th, 1991
    Stromness

    Caught the 10:00 bus to Kirkwall and got off at Maes Howe. Bought our tickets, walking along the cow pat strewn walk, read the panels out front, and went in, the custodian a little ticked because we didn't go in the the group before. Then she went through her spiel exactly like the other guy. Not ready for questions, but she let us see the dragon again. So we went out and it began really raining. Got across to the Mill and were soaked, so stopped for a cup of tea and a dry scone, both very dreamy.

    Walked to the Stones of Stenness again, and then to the Ring of Brodgar, stopping off to see wondering bird earrings that we couldn't afford to buy. Walked around the Ring several times and the sun came out several times. Christina photographing graffitti and lichen and the Viking Runes there. Wonderful. Wonderful, too, just walking along the road in the changing sky just being there and perfectly happy.

    So then we walked back to the Mill and caught the 2:00 bus back. Had tea, then went to Sarinder's for more tea. It was fun to sit and talk to him and his friend Manish. Sarinder just came to the Orkneys to visit and now is going to stay and write poetry. Very sweet, gentle, man, quiet and slow. Good. Also, very polite. Manish talked about the work he's trying to do on Yeats, Eliot, and Pound, and the growth of the impersonal voice, the epic voice. Interesting. Wish I could have talked more to Sarinder. He says he will send me some poems when he finishes them.

    Came back to Mrs. Hourston's and worked for a while, then Christina read to me from Victoria Cities and then we got in a long, fervent talk about our lives. Strange. Late and have to get up early.

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