Warm, winded, bluer--like leaves I could see out the south window, in other words--is how I felt yesterday morning during a meeting. Sure, about to wither and fall, get walked on, finally swept up by a noisy machine. (Duchesa, if you're listening, you can hear the same noise when the gardiner trims grass below your place.)
But I know I'm enjoying myself back at ______ because I lay awake last night.with teaching ideas And just one chapter of Huck Finn fired me up. How wise the kid is, how innocent, how much he sees in other people. Knowing that most students won't have that text with them when my American Classics class opens next Wednesday night, I look forward to reading that first chapter, Huck already wobbling the nature/civilization line. Laughter shows up more easily in night classes, I think I've learned. Huck will make us laugh.