Rain, Rain, Go Away!
is now a gigantic mud puddle. Our yard project is sopping wet because of two straight weeks of rain. My dreams of a soccer field for my two boys have been deluged.
As I write this, more heavy rain. Woah. Thunder.
A rainy view from my office window.
Screaming students are running around in the downpour. It's the last week of classes outside of finals. I'm grateful for the end of the quarter, mostly because my teaching schedule and Merediths course work schedule weren't conducive to adequate time with the kids whose needs are very specific and very high.
My two-year-old, who is normally a loving and expressive boy, is exhibiting signs of jealousy. And its at its worst in the evening when he's sleepy. Add that to a longish commute, my teaching and advising obligations, and my writing life, and you've got one tangled bunch of schedules. I'll be grateful for the summer. Even though I'm teaching a summer class and can't make it to this year's Kundiman Retreat, I'll find ways to enrich my writing life. I plan on writing with my ENG 453 course this summer. It's a small class--eight people. I always teach it as a forms class and this year won't be any different, but I plan to write the forms along with them. At the very least, I should get some work done.
Send work to AALR!
Fits the rainy weather.