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Quite Literally Watching Grass Grow ...
Jun. 1st, 2014 06:55 amI woke up around 4:30 a.m. with a stomachache. Not horrible, but just uncomfortable enough to not be able to get back to sleep. Not sure what brought it one -- I ate quite a bit at a party, but that was fairly early and I felt fine when I went to bed. I had a couple drinks, but not much, and I was never actually drunk. Stress?
Well, that's a distinct possibility. We find out on Monday whether or not the newspaper's new owners are offering us our jobs or not. It's all a bit much to get into, but basically, no one at the paper knows if they have a job or not, and it's been made clear that there will be some cuts. We don't know how many, or by what criteria. There have been all sorts of speculation, but it all remains just that. We also don't know if the job we'll be offered will be the exact same, or if the pay will be the same. It's all rather unnerving. I've tried to tough it out, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit it was getting to me.
So Monday, I will either be unemployed, or employed and be OK with that, or employed and not entirely OK with it. And I suppose that's no different than any other day, except that I know exactly when the dice are being rolled.
***
I've been spending most of my weekend mornings trying to reclaim our lawn. It's had a bad history in recent years, as one caretaker after another has been forced to abandon it. I've been mowing it, and I've planted seed to fill out the patches. New growth has begun to appear, which is heartening, as I'm not exactly brimming with patience, and have a notoriously black thumb.
***
Various bits and pieces out. In Radius, I have my thoughts in the wake of Maya Angelou's death, "Clipped Wings and Fearful Trills: Maya Angelou, the ’80s and the Obfuscation of African-American Poetry." Also lots of other great stuff, including two amazing poems by William H. Evans, and the next installment of Lauren Gordon's excellent poetry and parenting essays, "[Insert Pun About Labor Here]: On Being a Poet and a Stay-At-Home Mom."
Radius will be adding a fiction component in a few weeks. I'm terribly excited by it, but that's a story for another day.
Over at the Telegram, lots of odds and ends, including my review of the newest from Speaker for the Dead, my review of the Furies and Jaggery at Beatnik's and a quick listen to some new songs by Preacher Roe. Not a bad local music week, all told.
Monday, I review John Legend at The Hanover. It's anybody's guess what state I'll be in after the day's forecasted excitement, but nonetheless, that's the plan.
Well, that's a distinct possibility. We find out on Monday whether or not the newspaper's new owners are offering us our jobs or not. It's all a bit much to get into, but basically, no one at the paper knows if they have a job or not, and it's been made clear that there will be some cuts. We don't know how many, or by what criteria. There have been all sorts of speculation, but it all remains just that. We also don't know if the job we'll be offered will be the exact same, or if the pay will be the same. It's all rather unnerving. I've tried to tough it out, but I'd be lying if I didn't admit it was getting to me.
So Monday, I will either be unemployed, or employed and be OK with that, or employed and not entirely OK with it. And I suppose that's no different than any other day, except that I know exactly when the dice are being rolled.
***
I've been spending most of my weekend mornings trying to reclaim our lawn. It's had a bad history in recent years, as one caretaker after another has been forced to abandon it. I've been mowing it, and I've planted seed to fill out the patches. New growth has begun to appear, which is heartening, as I'm not exactly brimming with patience, and have a notoriously black thumb.
***
Various bits and pieces out. In Radius, I have my thoughts in the wake of Maya Angelou's death, "Clipped Wings and Fearful Trills: Maya Angelou, the ’80s and the Obfuscation of African-American Poetry." Also lots of other great stuff, including two amazing poems by William H. Evans, and the next installment of Lauren Gordon's excellent poetry and parenting essays, "[Insert Pun About Labor Here]: On Being a Poet and a Stay-At-Home Mom."
Radius will be adding a fiction component in a few weeks. I'm terribly excited by it, but that's a story for another day.
Over at the Telegram, lots of odds and ends, including my review of the newest from Speaker for the Dead, my review of the Furies and Jaggery at Beatnik's and a quick listen to some new songs by Preacher Roe. Not a bad local music week, all told.
Monday, I review John Legend at The Hanover. It's anybody's guess what state I'll be in after the day's forecasted excitement, but nonetheless, that's the plan.
