Smart lady, that Annie Dillard. I liked spending my days reading books, sometimes finishing one per day. I liked being able to lose myself in these worn, old pages and inhaling what will always smell like peace to me - old glue, leather, faded cigarette smoke, and other people's houses... all captured on library book pages.
Until the beginning of December, I will be spending my days as a teacher. This was expected, and I'm very grateful. However, I overextended myself. Teaching 24-26 credits leads to mind fuzziness and alcoholism. Add my desire to finish my novel and you'll see that I am officially insane.
How we spend our days is how we spend our lives. I will not spend my life like this. It'll get easier because I'm going to make it easier for 2009. But, for now, I won't finish a book every few days, though I'll continue to post regularly... to avoid writing and grading, of course.
Meanwhile, the acorns are falling at the Effin' Ranch. The apples matured and ripened a month early. My parents are visiting, and a lot of the Dodge family will come enjoy our little slice of country zen. I have plans to see soul-friends throughout September. I'll cheer my son as he plays football, and I'll cheer my other son as he continues his own writing. The snow will come early, coating cragged fields and downed trees.
I am grateful.