it figures that the second i wrote that the 2nd grade punks were shaping up, they all started sharpening their tiny fangs, hissing, spitting, cursing, writing nasty notes, making animal noises, blowing imaginary trumpets (loud), plugging their ears, and growling.
aw well. 1 step forward. 10 steps back. it's all part of my master plan.
i came home and read this poem. and felt better.
thanks anna maria for pointing me in the direction of charles simic. he's a wonderfully strange person. and everyone knows i love the weirdo poets the best of all. my bretheren.
My Turn To Confess
A dog trying to write a poem on why he barks,
That's me, dear reader!
They were about to kick me out of the library
But I warned them,
My master is invisible and all-powerful.
Still, they kept dragging me out by the tail.
In the park the birds spoke freely of their own vexations.
On a bench, I saw an old woman
Cutting her white curly hair with imaginary scissors
While staring into a small pocket mirror.
I didn't say anything then,
But that night I lay slumped on the floor,
Chewing on a pencil,
Sighing from time to time,
Growling, too, at something out there
I could not bring myself to name.
by Charles Simic
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oh and also. i made arrangements to skip town the second my winter vacation starts. going here:
elevation 7500 ft.
guess where.
As I have never traveled much, I have no clue where you are going–I only pray that you take us with you!!!
my guess would be somewhere in new mexico??
Good God woman, Sana, Yemen? (ha, ha, just googled 7500 feet and that came up)
I don’t say your monkeys don’t deserve you, Mary Ann, but I do say that one bright day they’ll realise how fortunate they were. You may not be there when they say to someone, “Miss Moss was an inspirational teacher and I miss her. Wonder where in the world she’s travelling now” – things like that – but those things WILL be said. Guaranteed.
Lovely poem again. Keep them coming.
I’d like to make an intelligent guess about your winter destination but I can’t. I know it’s not central France though!!
I’m guessing somewhere in the state of Chiapas in Mexico. The church looks very familiar to me… maybe San Cristobal de las Casas?? I was there about 25 years ago… such a wonderous, mystical place (and great hats!)
I joining those guessing Cuzco, Peru.
Never brag on a class. It will always bite you in the bootie. LOL
Somewhere in Mexico. That’s all I can guess.
I think it could be Santa Fe. That looks like the Palace of the Governors right about in the middle of the photo.
Wow, those kids! Teaching has so many challenges that have nothing to do with the act of teaching. Hang in there, as they say.
Another wow for your next travel adventure. My guess is Guatemala, maybe Antiqua or Costa Rica. Both have wonderful coffee and lots of elevation. Life is good.
Linda
I don’t have a clue where you might be headed, dang pretty for sure and wish I was going, an adventure is to be had for sure. Facing down a room full of hissing and growling little monsters every day does take it’s toll on one’s armor. I am so glad you’ve have a contingency plan in place for such situations. And when all else fails, there is the every reliable martini or 2. That falls under the category of ‘in case of emergency fill glass’.
Mary Ann,
My guess is Machu Pichu, Peru…
Susan
Cuzco?
My guess would be Mexico City (assuming you rounded up). Just also want to say that I really enjoy your posts. As I go through my google reader feed I always save yours for last so I can linger a little bit longer.
San Miguel de Allende? Know you have been there before, but it is so beautiful and at a high elevation…
well wherever it is it looks wonderful. so does your table of postcards. yummm
I’m glad you found Simac enjoyable. He was a happy discovery for me too.
I think it is #28 on your list of 48 things, but other than that I don’t have a clue. It looks like they have great coffee there…
From the lush green mountains & the building that looks like a stucco church near the center of the pic to the brightly painted houses…my guess is that you’re headed down to some extremely interesting adventure in South America…Brazil or Peru, perhaps?
Santa Fe New Mexico? Wish I could have a winter vacation! Just saw the play Walter Cronkite is Dead. Loved it — so fun to get out of the house and see a live performance as opposed to sitting in a movie theater with the smelly popcorn crowd munching away. Don’t worry about the little ones, they are just adjusting to the seasonal change, I suggest burning incense and having a toke in the bathroom.
San Luis Valley Colorado
Snowmass?
Whoops…I didn’t read the elevation. I don’t think this is Lisbon then.
I don’t know where? Chile?
My guess is Lisbon Portugal.