Peepers are My New Christmas Morning. When They are Back, I'm Overjoyed. Windows Open. Fresh Air. Spring in my Step.

I spared you and myself the 3 hours Peepers recording on YouTube, just so I could post today's thinking. It's Friday. I'm now officially 12 days behind and need the next three days to rectify that. My poor students. Two days, back to back, 12 hours of ZOOM meetings (and these are not course-related) creates for Zero time to attend to what I should be attending to.

Ah, but the universe can be beautiful, and when I think about the people I was in conversation with today, I'm overjoyed with possibilities and hope for a better tomorrow.

The peepers are back. It's Spring. We're over a year with an insane period in history. We got this. We need to continue work for a better world. 

When I lived in Cicero by the swamps, the peepers were a much-welcomed hope after a long winter. Of course, in March/April - Syracuse style - they'd often come out in a burst of odd warmth, then freeze solid to the trees when winter returned. They'd thaw again to sing. I'll never forget the first time I was snow blowing and saw frozen frogs in all my bushes. I was like, "God Dang you, Maude. Not the frogs. Don't kill the frogs" But they melted by May and seemed to be okay. Note to self: research this. It's actually a poetic phenomenon.

So, last night, Tanya Baker and I had Amy Bouch of Pittsburgh interview writer Ann E. Burg. I've been hosting The Write Time for a year now, and every show gets better, but I am truly in awe and admiration of this particular writer...this particular show. And for Laura Roop who recommended Amy....dang...so, so good. What a fabulous recording. Can't wait for it to debut in April. 

Meanwhile...Glamis the Wonder Dog is gaining weight, but also finding new ways to spit out pills. I found one in a planter today. When I think about how much those pills cost me and all the ways she's able to spit them out, I'm beyond frustrated. Still, I have to laugh. 

AND I did have one meeting yesterday that was face-to-face...a special gathering that was with two unlikely individuals who bonded over difficult work we've had to do. We cornered a picnic table on Fairfield's campus, each placed a leg on a different section, and chatted for 90 minutes (all with one Covid shot to our credit...simply to process the year that just was). Human beings. And seeing students walking about in 3-dimensional ways was bugging to the eyes.

The peepers are out; there's hope. Yet They falleth that runneth fast. That's Romeo & Juliet, 101. Patience is a virtue.