The day of the week I have always dreaded was Sunday. In youth, it was because school was the next day….that’s never really changed.
These days, I awake and realize that I haven’t taken Gerry out and that he must REALLY need to go, until I wake up just enough to realize that he isn’t downstairs waiting for me…..if I’m lucky I go back to sleep, but usually I just spend the rest of the night thinking about him and 100 other things that are there to fill that space.
I wish I had been proactive enough to take photographs of my students today, sharing the poems that they picked out, of over 30 anthologies and single books I have from teaching , college, and life. POETRY was my LIFE in college.
I went in thinking I was going to master the “communications” field, as per everyone’s opinion that I should b the next Barbara Walters. Then I got there,and didn’t like it at all. I’d look at the semester catalogs,and wonder how I could take all of the English classes that I wanted to. By my sophomore year, I realized I could ‘change my major’. So, creative writing it was. I understand that these days, they are taking away that major as it isn’t profitable. they’re not wrong. No one would pay me to read my poems either.
THANKFULLY SOMEONE SUGGESTED I BECOME A TEACHER THE LAST YEAR IN COLLEGE, AND THAT IS WHAT IV’E DONE EVER SINCE.
Needless to say, this was/is my favorite dorky poem day I get a year! Here is one of the poems I had in my pocket. I read it at Gerry’s eulogy. It is written by Mary Oliver.
“IF YOU ARE HOLDING THIS BOOK”
You may not agree you may not care, but
if you are holding this book you should know
that of all the sights I love in this world –
and there are plenty–very near the top of
the list is this one: dogs without leashes.
Mommy just saw the FIRST chipmunk of the season. Winter is finally deciding to GO AWAY! If I could learn how to upload videos, I would show everyone on Tripawds, how I filmed you going nutz when you would try to flush one out/ find one, that you KNEW had been there!
You made me laugh the MOST when you would find their holes, and then stick your snout in DEEP, and huff and puff like the Big Bad Wolf, to get it to come out. I used to worry it would bight you in the nose, until I saw their escape hole, that you never noticed! They would climb up the tree and watch you trying to find them. It’s like a children’s book.