Dillard is writing about a group of moth caterpillars, who form themselves into a circular procession around the rim of a vase. The caterpillars keep marching in the circle, and they keep marching and marching. And marching. And marching. That is what Fabre terms their "imbecility." After a night of dormancy, they just pick up their circular parade again.
Good morning. I have not been abducted by a drug cartel, suffered some brain episode, or abandoned this blog. I was correcting papers and final exams for two days. While I have not completed all of my end-of-semester work, I have a little time to breathe right now. A few days to finish things up. But I do sort of feel like one of those caterpillars--marching all day, going dormant for a little while, then waking up and doing it all over again. Day after day.
I know that I haven't posted in the morning for quite some time, but I wanted to let my two Constant Readers know that I am still here. In a few minutes, I will pack up my messenger bag (yes, I carry a man purse, as my daughter calls it) and head off to work at the medical office. On my way, I will stop to buy a Diet Mountain Dew. A big one. I'm a little tired right now.
Yesterday evening, I taught my last evening class of the semester. It was with a group of students who have been with me for a full year. They took first semester composition with me in the fall, and then they signed up for second semester composition with me this winter. They have been a great group of kids to work with. Always funny, forgiving, and supportive. I'm actually going to miss them quite a bit.
So, I am a little melancholy this a.m. The end of a school year always depresses me a little bit. But, everything ends. Semesters. Books. Jobs. That's the way things are. Unless you're a caterpillar.
Saint Marty needs to start his daily march now. He'll keep marching and marching and marching . . . .
|I'm a monarch . . .|