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...
When a puppy
ReplyDeletemoves in,
the Whitehouse becomes
the nation's kennel.
Oooh, a new puppy. I've been wiggling like one most of the day!
ReplyDeleteI saw a news piece a bit ago about the street artist who did that now famous poster of Obama shown in the picture you posted. He'd been arrested 15 times for posting artwork outside without permits, and decided that he'd ask the Obama camp for its permission prior to putting up the first poster. Pretty cool.
But then everything is pretty cool today!