What is he screaming? "Be perfect"? "No mercy"? "Give me my ring"?
Whatever. He is playing the game. And that is me. And that is us. It just doesn't stop does it? And that is good, very good.
Commuting between Birmingham, Bama to visit Mom, Panama City Beach to set up the shorehouse for my residency and Old St. Pete to take care of business -- thank you Elvis, TCB -- makes me feel phenomenally fearless. Driving my Dad's Chevy around is hilarious! Who knew I had a NASCAR vibe.
Funny, how good things are when you don't have to fight for your right to be joyful. I miss my students (the fabulous ones only, not the vile, white trash annihilators of life) and Dr. Gordon (of course) but am so happy about this relocation.
I have an interview for teaching at the local college.
I have an old friend who can help with all things "housey".
I will be just down the road from Mom.
What could be better? I love leaving the bitter elements right here in area code 727.
Ms. 305 is on hold a bit. Thanks for your patience.
Real words and ideas will be coming to you in February. You know I miss lighting fires; they will be coming soon :)
Kisses,
Joyce Marie
Tip: keep reading Chauncey De Vega (spelling?) for hard and true commentary about events political and social. He says it right.
