switched from on-foot to on-a-bike, and that's an interesting turn for certain muscles, and the time it takes to get to work. weather has been on my side. the bike is a wreck though, needs work. also need a decent helmet. arena parking lot sails by in no time.

i'm keeping on with the travel vignettes...all totally true, as i remember them, and there are millions more, though i don't know when or how i'll get it all down. this is as good a place as any. i can't always do stuff on command, like the play, which has been just sitting there. and i feel like the travel stories actually encourage people, like my children, to get out there and do something i don't necessarily approve of, namely all the stuff i did. that was not my intention. but this stuff happened. and it was kind of wild, in its own way. and time is short, life is short. i want a record of it, before it's too late. after all, some screwball english major borrowed my travel journal and then proceeded to lose it. i tried to put it into travel haiku for a while, but i started to take liberties with the truth, in order to make stuff fit into the syllable patterns, then it looked cute, but only half true. this time i'm sticking to the truth, albeit only letting out parts at a time.

the house is airy & spacious, ready to show, so we're kind of between places, ready to let go of this one, ready for new coordinates. i'm trying to make myself ready, anyway. in my old age, i've become somewhat stuck on my own windows, my own cow-dramas on the other side of them, my own back bedroom here, with the way-off clock, garish paint, wooden floor, and cd skipping inside the computer as i type. change is good, i guess, and if not good, at least necessary, most of the time. got to go with the floe, as they say on the north pole, or go with the flaw, as they say at the cut-rate discount mall. the campus is still relatively empty- the violent deer has gone back to wherever she's been hiding- and the world cup is about to start- a bit of excitement we in esl/efl experience every four years. doesn't matter who you're teaching, certain days will be taken over, taken over completely. wish i had students from tunisia, ivory coast, trinidad, or togo...i'd know a little more, would be able to mix it up a little more. but i don't believe it will be brazil in a walk, something will happen...of course, i have no idea what, being absolutely on the wrong continent. the four-year-old is in space camp. comes home with pictures of stars and such, though he's also reverted to a double-decker-bus phase... the one-year-old has his big four-tooth smile going, as he totters and walks. life is light as a feather- don't run over the turtles, and don't stop to stare at anything for too long.