Autumnal is such a fine word. There's the soft ah of the first syllable, and the low tum of the middle, and you get to end almost on a sigh: al. Autumnal. Ahhhtumnaaaaal.
And this was a fine autumnal weekend. The B turned older, and I got my poetry boots* in the mail, and we went to the beach and made a dog friend. The sand was warm even if the water was cold. Later we had the traditional B birthday dinner--beef stroganoff, no vegetables in sight. I tied on an apron and baked his carrot cake while a seventy-degree breeze blew in the back door.
The elm tree out front turned bright gold, and we drank pints with our friends on Saturday night, and there were many naps and sunshine, and we even got to eat potatoes and a variety of aiolis with Liz. It was perfect. It was a lovely, autumnal weekend.
Now it's the workweek, and I need more caffeine, and I have thirty conferences and a reading (!) lined up. I want to come back here soon and tell you about the book, but for now, I can only give you some leaves. I would mail you some carrot cake, but we already ate that shit.
*poetry boots = boots bought with poetry prize check. I think it's important to buy something tangible with poetry monies; I don't want to be all, Oh yeah, that poetry bought me Bold and Spicy Chex Mix. Leave that for the teaching monies. Oh yeah, this is what I get for spending the day talking about signal phrases. Rye chips that leave shit all over my fingers.
Thanks for saving me some fucking cake.
ReplyDeleteI bought Gogurt with my signal phrases lecture.
And I like this idea of comparing purchased goods to lectures. That peer review paid for those new running shorts. Grading those two essays paid for five minutes of cable, a.k.a. Law & Order.
Dude. It was some good fucking cake. And yes, I think it helps to assign your daily duties to the things in your house. Pass me another roll of toilet paper! THANKS, SUPPORTING-BROAD-GENERALIZATIONS-WITH-SPECIFIC-STATEMENTS LESSON PLAN!
ReplyDeleteOh yeah, and "good fucking cake" is a hyperlink. Click and make me my own.
ReplyDeleteI like this idea of tangible results from teaching. I think I'll buy some new brakes with the entire Narrative units from all five classes. Bleah. But, hey! Putting up with the creepy goth dude trying to surf the net during the peer review bought me some mustard! Thanks, creepy goth dude.
ReplyDeleteI love the pictures. Who is Truman's new boyfriend? I love how prancey he is in the picture where Ben has the football.
Let's make a line of specialty mustard and sell it under the name Precious Goths. Our spokesman will look a little bit like this, only it'll be squiggling a line of mustard on a hot dog at a picnic in an adorable manner! Nothing angers goths more than being precious.
ReplyDeleteTruman's friend was named Calvin--half hound, half Rott, all energy. Truman pretended that he wasn't into him, but days later he keeps saying, Hey, where's that dumb dog who was all into me? Remember him? He wanted me..