Welcome to the end of an incredibly hectic and wonderful week. I sort of feel as though I've been wandering over the surface of the moon this week, not really exploring, but bouncing in a state of weightless energy. Tuesday, my daughter's birthday. Tuesday night, I hosted a benefit reading with some wonderful writers for a local canned food drive for area food pantries. Wednesday night, teaching. Thursday, the awards ceremony at the university where I received the Excellence in Part-Time Faculty Teaching Award. Thursday evening, the monthly poetry workshop I facilitate. Then this afternoon, I did some poetry with my nephew's fifth grade class.
I'm a little whipped. At the moment, I am standing at the barricades of Friday, looking back over the last five days, wondering how I managed to survive. I find myself physically weary, wanting to hibernate. But my crazy life isn't going to slow down for a while.
I have about 3,250 pounds of grading to do. On Sunday evening, my book club is meeting at my house. I have to clean the house and cook something for that. Next Thursday, I have a Christmas poetry reading at my hometown library. Then, once I get through all that, I have a two-day gig at the Calumet Theater, recording a syndicated radio program, right before Christmas.
My life in a snapshot.
I am not saying all this for sympathy. I enjoy what I do. Love reading poetry. Performing poetry. Workshopping poetry. Love teaching, sharing what limited expertise I have. However, the firestorm of events in these weeks has me feeling slightly overwhelmed. I will get through it all. I always do. It's a matter of putting one foot in front of the other, grading one paper at a time, reading one poem and then the next.
So, those are my excuses for not posting last night. Imagine that you're a German, standing at the barricades, staring at the lunar landscape of my life.
Saint Marty is thankful for some quiet moments tonight.
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