By 4, when I was ready for a break, I walked to my colleague's house to deliver gifts from my department. He had emergency surgery, so we did an emergency collection to buy him a gift card to a favorite restaurant and two bottles of foo-foo-fee bourbon (which he loves). I am always impressed how quickly people contribute to good causes for good people, and never surprised by the individuals who choose not to give; ironically, they usually are the ones who take much and think they deserve more.
On my way to his house, I walked by a lawn sign that simply said, "Hope." That's what I needed and I snapped this photo for my friend Suzie Q in Pensacola who loves to believe in it more than I do.
At night, I had a long meeting with NWP and learned possibilities for the summer and upcoming year. Federal funding comes with mixed blessings, as I much prefer logical, thought-out, and sustainable planning, rather than a free-for-all in the hands of greedy, short-sighted folk. We know what is best practice, what works, and the importance of joy, but you watch if people will make dumb decisions and waste the resources coming their way.
Meanwhile, I had a dream two nights ago where a poet I studied under left me a note like the one he wrote me in graduate school. So, when today's #verselove prompt arrived to craft 'a poem for,' I thought I'd explore a poetic note to him. And I did.
TGIF, people, although inaneness is likely to continue forever and always. We can thank God all we want.
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