18 September 2007

Comfort Beagle

Do you ever write a poem, get vexed because you think it stinks, put it away overnight, dread looking at it again, and then realize it wasn't nearly as bad as you thought?

That happened to me this morning. Though I'm still not 100% happy with the ending. I've had a couple of good endings lately, which raised the bar. Not so sure about this one.

This week will hopefully be less stressful than last week. At least I now have my grade book made up. Unlike most denizens of the 21st century, I do not use excel. I use the same old fashioned green Visionaid I've been using since 1996. The same style, that is.

Yesterday I had a great lunchtime walk with Rubi. The weather was so perfect--60 something and sunny--and she is getting a lot better at walking on the leash. I wish I had the time to walk her at lunchtime every day. One thing's for sure: there's no way I could ever sneak her into the office with me.


3 comments:

Justin Evans said...

He is grooming his poodle
He is living comfort eagle

Are you saying your pet beagle needs a pet of his own to keep him company?

Penultimatina said...

Yeah, she has like five pet cats (and all the people too).

I'm glad you caught the reference, Justin!

Frank said...

To the writing part of it, I've only ever had it the other way around. I'll write something and think it's pretty cool and then the next day, it's just not.