Spring and Un-Spring

This week just whipped right past me like an express train that couldn't stop if it wanted to. It was a maelstrom of girl scout cookies, student poems, appointments filling up the month of April in my calendar, and the ever-drama of Snowflake, No Snowflake. Last weekend we decided to relax a little (it was the end of spring break, after all) and did the traditional "leave the leftover leaves in the flower beds" move that has saved my crocuses and daffodils year after year. And behold, this morning a coating of wicked ice, and snow in all the deep pockets, and by afternoon the flowers were blooming again.

Note: Please don't take this as an invitation to throw one more bad storm our way, mother nature. I do not trust you one bit, but I do fear you.

Today I finished formatting my newest manuscript. I didn't want to get the new version of word, but it actually makes things much easier. I began feeling like a page-break-inserting machine for a while, but otherwise it was a pleasant experience, after needing several rounds of sequencing (I eventually gave up on the floor and opted for the long conference table; the book is in three sections, and I spread each section end-to-end along the table).

The book has a lot of funny poems in it, so I was surprised that it wasn't funny overall--there's definitely an undertone of sorrow. Maybe all the elegies have something to do with that. Anyway, tomorrow I will print it and see what it has to tell me.

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If you were trying to use the ladies' loo at the Linda theater last Saturday afternoon, and saw some shady character with a camera lurking in the shadows, that was me, and I'm not sorry, and I hope this photo is worth your annoyance/trauma. It certainly is to me. Thanks.

At the beginning of this break I was determined to let myself exist out of the office and off the office grid as much as possible. I'm happy to say that I have achieved this goal. I've spent much time with the kids, in the outdoors, at the gym, and away from my desk. Miraculously, my crippling carpal tunnel is now so much better that I can get back to boxing and arm-wrestling, my two passions! Just kidding. But it's so nice being able to fully function again. Add to list of things I will no longer take for granted: hands, and full use thereof.

This Saint Patrick's Day was different from many in the past (for example, we took the kids golfing, which is pretty darn wholesome compared to logging twelve hours in the bar; we logged a few earlier today, but that's all). Now I'm thoroughly relaxed and happy and ready to go to bed. Hardly a raucous party, and I'm rather pleased.

Oh, and back to the break. I haven't sequenced the manuscript yet, formally, but I do have all the pages ready-ish, and I'm sending more poems out. I think I've sent out more poems in the past three months than I have in some years. I need to do some revising. I want to write more poems. I need to figure out what this book is about. But I'm trying to make this spring break a break, so no pushing.

Saw some crocuses today, and can't wait for mine to bloom.

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Welcome to the close of day #2 of Spring Break. I am 1) Not working on academic or administrative stuff, 2) Not answering emails for academic or administrative stuff (unless it's truly urgent), 3) Deep in the throes of some Spring Fever, made even more potent by playing outside yesterday with my family: multiple sports, hats and mittens, but snowdrops at the edges of the lawn.

I have some goals for the break (it's a week), but they're loose ones. Like, it would be kind of awesome if I managed to organize my workout clothes. But it's probably not going to happen. Etc. My big goal has been to sequence my new collection of poems. Step one, after printing the poems up, was to be crushed by self-doubt. Will the different types of poems work together? Is it just trail mix, or a real book?

I was prepared to give it more time, but then I reread everything and was like hell, this is a book, 64 pages when some lukewarm poems were taken out. It includes two poems written today. So I will indeed be sequencing and formatting, probably tomorrow. And revising on the fly, too. Such dangerous living!

And there is absolutely no name for this book yet, which is strange. Tomorrow morning I will vacuum the living room, move some furniture, and put 64 pages on the floor.

To be continued. Yeah.

Rebirth of the Same.

I've always wondered where barrels go when they are feeling less than peachy. It takes a lot of energy to be that bright and directive. Or maybe there's an imminent safety issue under this trailer. In any case, I think we're covered.

Portrait of an Unfinished Bridge that Has Had Enough of Winter and Isn't Afraid to Shout This Fact from the Rooftops of Downtown Akron, Ohio. Dumpster and Distant Steeple Included.

Gratuitous tree-shot, because this is why we still live here.

In fifteen minutes I will be on spring break. And I'm taking a break. Not from the blog, but from work in general. Hoping to sequence a new book of poems. Hoping the week doesn't go by too quickly.

Next Thursday I start occupational therapy for my carpal tunnel. Apparently it's pretty bad, especially in my left hand. I have to sleep with braces on, and every night I try to take them off in my sleep. The braces are velcro-operated, not coin-operated (yet).

Over and out, from Akron.

The somethingscape.

Dear Readers, we are no longer snowbound (for now, knock on wood, etc) here in Akron, Ohio. I'm sorry I didn't check in sooner to tell you that. Last week's Universe-Imposed Hiatus (UIH?) was helpful in terms of getting sleep and hanging out with children, albeit sick children, and observing what the cats do all day, which is pretty much nothing, then a little stampeding, but it sure set me back in the poems-annotating department. Last night I finally called it quits at 10:00 pm. Tomorrow morning I'm taking care of some stuff at the Press, then getting my hand checked out again (some crazy tendon pain thing, though thankfully it's my left not my right).

In other news, I've put together a rough compilation of my newest manuscript. You can find a sampling of its poems here in the new issue of diode. I still feel like I have a thousand more poems to write, but I'm putting it together nonetheless. And I have to say that I'm proud of myself for getting motivated in the sending-out department, as I've had a bunch of poems accepted in the past couple of weeks. I keep telling myself that once I get _______ manuscript finished I will begin properly tending and cataloging my poems, but then I just write too many poems. Maybe a better option would be to print them out and keep them in a binder? I don't know.

Lately I've been trying to interpret what the world is telling me (well, not this, which is just awful, especially for someone like me who expressly wanted to get a job in Ohio, I mean, intentionally searched for a job in Ohio, but other things). I guess the UIH made me a little more relaxed or something. Or maybe just taking some time to think about how much I love my job, and how much I like it here. I took a walk across campus and every time I do that it just makes me glad.

Onward toward the weekend, which I hope will be a restful one.