Classes start in one week. Haven’t touched either syllabus. Typical of me, I know. But I’m going to make the syllabus for each section minimal at most. The rest of the writing on paper will be MY words and thoughts which I am convinced and always have been will help them in their college composition and general endeavors.
Yesterday at prescription pickup for wife, sitting and thinking how that time can’t be wasted, or just let to scroll through some feed on my phone. And, how I have to read more, read the rest of the short fiction book Mom bought me, revisit Road, and Bell Jar…. No more wishing, or saying, promissory jot-types in these entries on the blog, just actuating.
Kids, quiet. Enjoying their morning, and me mine. Keep typing, seeing my travels, to New York and speaking at colleges and meeting students, me remembering when I was there, their age and at that point. Being young, just wanting to go, take off, gather experiences and learn from the world, and my Self in that world, others’ worlds.
8/13/18