big ball of fire in the sky
yet another reason why I drink


"Writing fiction has developed in me an abiding respect for the unknown in a human lifetime and a sense of where to look for the threads, how to follow, how to connect, find in the thick of the tangle what clear line persists."

-- Eudora Welty

In other news, this is the first really, really nice sunny warm day we've had. It is glorious. But the only drawback is that this close to the end of the term, it's hard enough to get the students to concentrate. When you add sun and hormones, it's well nigh impossible. Still, we soldier on.

Now, to go bask.


not to be persnickety, but wouldn't it have been kind of nice if we had lingered a little longer on the 60- to 65-degree range before bounding right ahead to the 70s? it's ... hot!

I love Eudora Welty. She lived in Jackson when I went to Millsaps, and occasionally one would see her, tooling around town in a 1970s-style boat of a sedan. She spoke to a couple of my classes, and signed my copy of The Robber Bridegroom, which I cherish.

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