Injuries Sustained Since Moving to the Flatlands
-one knuckle cut. Cause: the sinister ice maker that makes and makes and makes and in trying to empty it I cut my finger. On ice.
-one sprained wrist. Cause: flip-flops and rain. I should have known better. Prognosis: After a brace and 2 weeks - it still hurts.
-one near miss: on the English building stairs, when I took a flying leap over 2 stairs. Ankle breakage avoided.
-one bruised eye socket bone: from hitting my face on a chair when I bent down to pick up a bag.
-one sore shoulder: from walking into a doorframe.
Prognosis: send bubble wrap, please. I will be swathing myself in it from now on.
Today, Thursday, or Thor's Day, or the Day Almost as Happy as Friday
-I had eggs+onions+cheese and toast for supper. And hot cocoa after. It was simple. It was good.
-I got to leave at 1:30 instead of 4 because of televised SEC football on campus. Sometimes I like this big state school thing.
-grading papers=my life
-research and writing=my life
-avoiding grading and research in favor of 1.5 hour walks=my life
Continuum
-I've been steadily working on poems, a little or a lot, but every day. Writing routines are good.
-There's a frog that lives in the mossy water run-off area by our door. He's adorable. Clever roommate named him Sean. We're going to make him a house. Soon to follow: best-selling children's book, A House for Sean. Who needs grad school?
-I'm almost tired of peanut butter. And even beans and rice. Can one girl live on cereal alone?
1 comment:
almost tired of peanut butter (!)
this is *most* exciting news.
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