Sara Tracey has poems up at Softblow, and they will rock your day.
What were you doing at this time last year? And the year before?
The fourth of July is a strange holiday. My family wasn't really rah-rah American in a lot of ways, so growing up we'd have brats and red cabbage and go see a foreign film at the DIA or something. None of that noisy stuff that I feel like I should expose my children to at some point. We'll be marching in a little parade tomorrow. I bought some streamers and tiaras and magic wands. Rah.
If I had a Schnoodle puppy I'd be walking him in the parade tomorrow. But I didn't get one last night. I gave him back. He was chocolate brown and had really sweet eyes. I don't know why I keep viewing and handling dogs when it's really not a good idea to get one right now. I'm still teaching five days a week, and dogs aren't like cats, where you just release them in your house and let them find the food and the pan. You hear that, Adam?
On a completely unrelated note, it occurred to me yesterday that I have never seen a live snail in person, only escargot. Snails are really cute! Maybe I should adopt a chocolate brown snail instead. Can he wear a top hat in the neighborhood parade?