I'll tell you a half-dozen things that happened to me in Indiana when I went that far west to teach. You tell me if it was worth it. I lived in the country with my dog— part of the bargain of coming. And there was a pond with fish from, I think, China. I felt them sometimes against my feet. Also, they crept out of the pond, along its edges, to eat the grass. I'm not lying. And I saw coyotes, two of them, at dawn, running over the seemingly unenclosed fields. And once a deer, but a buck, thick-necked, leaped into the road just-oh, I mean just, in front of my car— and we both made it home safe. And once the blacksmith came to care for the four horses, or the three horses that belonged to the owner of the house, and I bargained with him, if I could catch the fourth, he, too, would have hooves trimmed for the Indiana winter, and apples did it, and a rope over the neck did it, so I won something wonderful; and there was, one morning, an owl flying, oh pale angel, into the hay loft o...
You got that right, Charlie Distracted! But don't worry, I'm gonna hold the line in spirit and not go near Christmas until the Friday after Thanksgiving, like a good American citizen.
ReplyDeleteWell... Except, perhaps, for the secret indulgence in Christmas music, beginning with Aimee Mann's "One More Drifter in the Snow's" "Whatever Happened to Christmas?," that I have secreted on my MAC at work.
Wrapped in a lite garment
ReplyDeletethe early guest arrives
not sure of welcome
but sure of her beauty.
Good grief indeed. I went to the store for a few things and was bombarded by red and green. We've had some snow up here as well-----and rain and wind--the ever-popular wintry mix.
ReplyDeleteI heard non-stop Christmas music at Wal-Mart on HALLOWEEN.
ReplyDeleteBah humbug.
For those of us hoping to make a bit of money during the holidays, you have to start early, but I agree, we have to draw the line somewhere. It is too early for the music :-).
ReplyDeleteI can't help it but I've caught the Christmas spirit. I've even been listening to holiday music. Though I don't know if you can call Yo Yo Ma's new holiday cd strictly Christmas. Nor Ottmar Liebert's Poets and Angels. They've both been played a lot this weekend. Detroit has a blanket of snow too. Makes me want to throw another log on the fire and break out the mistletoe!
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