No More Teachers...
Today is a very good day. Jack graduated summer school; my article on nutraceuticals is coming along nicely; and Valerie Plame is suing Dick Cheney!
I went to the school for a teacher conference today and the very sweet teacher said Jack had pretty much aced the test she gave the kids to determine trouble spots. Her exact words were, "As much as I'd love to keep him, he doesn't belong here." Jack's teacher from Gifted/Talented is running the summer school program and lectured Jack on always putting his best foot forward in class so he doesn't end up in Summer school again. We were leaving the school when we ran in to her, and Jack was actually contrite and quick to agree with her. Hope the lesson follows him into Jr. High in September.
A cosmetic company I can't name here has been avoiding me like the plague re: their beauty supplements line which I have deduced they have just killed. TODAY, finally, one day before deadline, they have gotten back to me with a statement. This amounts to a "scoop" in the world of trade mags and I am delighted! This info is no place on the net yet. I used to complain when I pretty much freelanced full-time, but now I'd give anything to be doing the writing instead of godsawful daycare administration.
This a very boring post, and as it is around 100 degrees in here, I am ending it and escaping into the AC in the livingroom. Oh, and hurray for Valerie Plame!!!!!
The Summer Day
by Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Today is a very good day. Jack graduated summer school; my article on nutraceuticals is coming along nicely; and Valerie Plame is suing Dick Cheney!
I went to the school for a teacher conference today and the very sweet teacher said Jack had pretty much aced the test she gave the kids to determine trouble spots. Her exact words were, "As much as I'd love to keep him, he doesn't belong here." Jack's teacher from Gifted/Talented is running the summer school program and lectured Jack on always putting his best foot forward in class so he doesn't end up in Summer school again. We were leaving the school when we ran in to her, and Jack was actually contrite and quick to agree with her. Hope the lesson follows him into Jr. High in September.
A cosmetic company I can't name here has been avoiding me like the plague re: their beauty supplements line which I have deduced they have just killed. TODAY, finally, one day before deadline, they have gotten back to me with a statement. This amounts to a "scoop" in the world of trade mags and I am delighted! This info is no place on the net yet. I used to complain when I pretty much freelanced full-time, but now I'd give anything to be doing the writing instead of godsawful daycare administration.
This a very boring post, and as it is around 100 degrees in here, I am ending it and escaping into the AC in the livingroom. Oh, and hurray for Valerie Plame!!!!!
The Summer Day
by Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
posted by MJ at 4:48 PM
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