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July 2, 2002 ~ The Driven and the Driving
I am no longer one who is driven. I drive. Today, for the first time, I drove alone. In the middle of a torrential downpour. It's a good thing that I was alone, too, because I was praying, in a constant stream of murmurs, that Pokey's windshield wipers wouldn't give out, and, had someone else been in the car who didn't know Pokey too well, my murmurs would probably have been rather disturbing.
I made it back from my errand run without perishing, however, so I would call it successful.
Honestly, what I feel most right now is that I am in the calm before the storm. You see, the Writing MFA program that I am working for has two big residencies a year, where all of the students and faculty come together, and one of them starts tomorrow. Today, I ran, non-stop, in the seven hours that I was at work. Tomorrow, I will run, non-stop, for about fourteen hours straight. And will continue to do so for the ten days following. Long days. A great deal of responsibility. But surrounded by bright, talented, wonderful people, so it won't be too terribly hard to get through. Be understanding, though, if updates are sparse.
Let's end today with a happy story, shall we?
The little stray dog that I found a few weeks ago has found a permanent home. My supervisor ran an ad in the paper, and a woman fell in love with the dog at first sight. She has a huge property on which "Pepper" will run free, grand kids to play with, and plenty of love. The woman was just glowing with love for this creature she had just met. So good to see a happy ending to one of these stories.
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