update

I hope the little bed and breakfast where I'm staying will have wireless. I'm thinking probably not. Anyway, after class tomorrow, I'm heading to the far side of the state to work with oral story tellers. I'm excited but wished that I could do it after summer I.

I am now using webct and it isn't such a big deal. Actually, it is easier than trying to run copies or email my students all their stuff.

Students

Over the last few weeks, I have been running into a lot of my students. Eating out, they are there; shopping, they are there too, and I decided that they just might be stalking me and my friend says no, it’s a phase and you may never ever see another one. And so, I threw caution to the wind and went to this thing. Okay, so I don’t really have Tina Turner’s moves. Okay, it’s true, I don’t really sing like her either, but in the world of karaoke, no one gives a fuck. But, I was busting the moves and getting down and thinking that I might be moving to the beat of the music and I feel this body next to me and I look and the body is making connection and I look up and the young man says, “Ms Zelda, is that you?” Okay, they are everywhere.

So, Furry, Things

Hubby, the grandbabies, and I mowed the lawn. Apparently a mother rabbit decided our front yard would be the best place to build her little hovel. So, hubby didn’t see the hovel and ran over it. One of the babies died and one was tossed from its nest and the third was safe in the hovel. I put them in a bucket until we finished the lawn and then rebuilt their nest, replacing all the soft rabbit fur and piling grass and leaves around the hole to conceal it from predators. I was so afraid the mother would not come back to her mowed down nest but she did. Anyway, yesterday morning, I was sad that the baby rabbits were gone; however, last night, I came home from the store and right there in the front yard was my mother rabbit and her two bunnies, which brings me to the question: why do we find baby rabbits soft and cuddly and rats not so much?

Fucking Bugs.

You know, I love winter and I sorta like spring, but summer I hate. I hate that the air is thick, that I sweat, and that I get bit by those damned mosquitoes every single time I dart out the door. Back before I had chemo, I was constantly taking these strong antibiotics to combat this fucking lung disease and so when insects got near me, they never landed cause I was a huge mound of toxic human flesh. Now, though, they think I’m a tasty morsel and they bite and bite and bite. Plus, they swarm. I hate those little fuckers. Another thing I hate, cicadas, and they will start crawling up the trees ready to turn into bugs and then they fly around haphazardly banging into anything in their way and they screech and screech. Oh my fucking god, the summer is coming and my misery begins. Oh, one more thing I hate, I hate those black bugs that swarm at the lights and they have that crusty outside shell and they have long hairy legs. Ewwey, I want to move.