The muse is eluding me. I keep attempting to kick off a new entry, but I get only a bunch of duddy sentences. Just look at these: Do you know how hard teaching is? I’m finally back at work, after nearly nine months’ absence. You should have seen my nightmare the other night. Let’s talk about nightmares. First, the nocturnal variety: I was in a first-floor motel room, with no idea how I got there, […]
Read moreMonth: August 2013
Relaxed As
As I type, my eyes are drifting shut. Molly just brought me some tea, trying to wake me up, and I spilled it all over my chest when I nodded off. I guess it’s gonna take a few days to reacclimate. I’m so tired that random phrases are drifting somewhere near to my consciousness, things like “Throaty Joe’s Voice Choir,” which I think would be a good title for the book I’ll never write. Here’s […]
Read moreMy Private Dancer
While walking to dinner last night we saw a nasty accident at an intersection that we were about to cross. Luckily no one appeared hurt, only shocked, but both cars were totaled. Once again I felt gratitude for our safe delivery from four weeks on New Zealand’s narrow roads. This morning Syd crept out of the room, quiet as a panther, a little after five to head for the airport. Despite her stealth, I popped […]
Read moreLast Hurrah
It’s our last full day in New Zealand. What does one do as a crowning adventure, after a month full of wandering? Go to Hobbiton, of course. It’s best to end what has been primarily a nature trip with a little surreal absurdity. This morning, for the last time I climbed behind the wheel of our dented old red Mazda. An hour north of where we stayed in Rotorua is Matamata. It’s pretty farm country […]
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