Meditations on a Wet Thursday

1. Window
A few spatters of rain cling to the pane of glass, slowly drying in the tired wind.

2. Outside
Green leaves turning red as brick fall over the old brown well, snippety tendrils of ivy climb the courtyard wall.

3. Room
A white page and meaningless names on the screen before me, dirty keys under my fingers, and my toes are growing cold.

4. Empty
Long bare halls are a silent maze.

5. Sound Bites
There is a tired alto warming up; listen to the soprano work and rework her song; someone plays a scale; did you hear that flurry of strings?, now they are gone.

6. Lab
Lights are off and many pinpoints of light: red and green and blue, blink without illuminating a single shadow.

7. Stage
"House going dark" I shout, and the lights are gone; the stained glass dead with only dim rain-light behind.

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

So, then, the post I promised all the ladies. Now, you must imagine in you head that every word has the Irish ring to it. Not Scottish, mind you, but the sing-song of Ireland.

When they talk, it sounds like singing. Their inflection is very different, and at the end of each sentence the voice goes up, like when we ask a question. They are very loud, and spontaneously burst into song. They all play soccer,and sometimes they talk in Gaelic to confuse anyone listening. A lot of people have trouble understanding their accent, but with my Irish blood, I don't have much trouble. After a few minutes with them, I sound like I'm from Ireland. I am not sure how many there are, they move so quickly. They love girls. I mean they REALLY LOVE girls. Probably too much. They call me Frodo, and when they call my name, I can almost touch the Shire, the sound of their voices make Middle Earth feel so real. One of two of them are gentlemen, but mostly they are fairly rough around the edges. I don't like to hang with them too much, (I think they like to give off the bad boy aroma) but their accents are haunting, and they are fun to have as casual friends. Oh, and they are all dark-haired and fair-skinned, obviously products of the Emerald Isle, and when they sing....

Dearest of Friends,

From this point forward I shall no longer apologize for any long delays in posting. College takes up an incredible amount of time, though I shall drop newsie tidbits when I get the chance. Just don't forget me in the intervening spaces, and check once or twice a month.

This may come as a shock, but for the first time in my life, I finally Get Grammer! I could recite all the rules, correct all the mistakes, sure, but now I REALLY GET it. Its a wonderful feeling.

After this semester, I will not have to take any more math for the rest of my life, (at least until I teach my kids.) That is a good feeling too. All my classes are wonderful, except the afformentioned math, and I'm loving most of the minutes here.

Love ya'll,

P.S. I'll tell ya'll about the Irish guys next time.