Yesterday, it snowed in Missoula. Here is a photo of snow and clouds, and wintry September wonderland.
Yes. What fun, what fun, you can't even imagine.
Hey, I'll give you a list of what I've been doing. Maybe we can start a feminist discourse and analyze my list and talk about gender and the intersections of cyberfeminism and my usual militant liberal feminism. Oh, wait, someone else is doing that already. DAMN! (I'm just kidding, friend. Oh, friend, you've always understood that I joke with you in this way because I adore you so; because you are the only person who can take that kind of (cyber)ribbing, lovely.)
1. Learning about Indians.
No, not the kind from India. No, not Sacajawea either, although there is a Sacajawea Park in MIssoula. It's by Orange Street Food Farm which is one of my favorite places in the entire world. I'm not sure if many Indians frequent this supermarket, but they should. I hear they've got good biscuits.
Okay, okay, I'm off-track already. Yeah, so that's a pretty big topic. Let's talk about it later.
2. Tutoring. Suddenly, I'm a Shakespeare tutor. This is a pretty sweet development. Be proud of me. I'm turning into a high school teacher. I told my "student" that I'd provide her with a "workbook" of sorts that summarize and point out key factors in each play she's reading. Yes, I'll be doing that with sonnets too. If you are ever thinking about teaching Shakespeare at a high school level, do contact me for this information. (Listen, I haven't made it yet, so don't get your hopes up.)
3. Walking with teachers from the school where I "work." Oh, so fun. We walked "up the Rattlesnake." Don't say it. I know it sounds dirty and weird, and potentially dangerous ( are there really rattlesnakes? ), but it was grand. We didn't see any bears or bobcats (shucks!) but we did see a beautiful lady deer. One walking partner asked the lady deer where her baby was. I, too, wondered about the baby deer.
4. Reading about poverty. You must be thinking, "God, here we go again with this poverty crap." No, it isn't crap. And you're a JERK for saying/thinking that. (We'll omit and forget about the fact that you never said anything hurtful about poverty.) I love Barbara Ehrenreich and wish to be her some day. Or be like her. I'm not interested in stealing identities, though I know some white girl who's pilfered the identity of a South American textile worker. Yeah, she's nogu. More on that in private.
5. Watching movies about poverty. I'd like to hold a workshop at school about poverty (Breakfast of Champions!: Waging a Living and Other Tidbits Chock Full of Poverty Facts). No, I won't call it that. You would call it that, but I won't. And I think I'll quit the paranoid schizophrenic persona and "find myself" through the rest of my list.
6. Regulating Jangle. Something else that sounds dirty. Jangle is the name I've given the dog who lives next door. He happens to "jangle" as he walks since his owners have fastened three collars around him. I think he's wearing a cross, Star of David, a horseshoe and dolphin, a few other charms, and finally a name tag that surely reads something other than Jangle (something with less pizazz). He's sweet. I don't regulate him, but I didn't want to type another word that began with "w."
7. Arranging flowers/vegetables. Don't act like you know what I'm talking about. I like to arrange flowers. I also like to arrange vegetables (not in vases, but in bowls). As I'm sure you're aware, I enjoy photography. Most days, I take pictures of vegetables. It is a new hobby. I've found I'm unsatisfied with landscape portraits, so vegetables it is!
8. Laughing. Hysterically. At everything. (Feel free to laugh at me smelling the dahlias. They aren't black, and that movie kinda sucked.)
9. Volunteering. That's what my "job" technically is. Today I also volunteered to lift heavy things and arrange second-hand "finds." This happened at a Peace Festival that I ended up not even attending. What kind of heavy things did I lift, you ask? Mostly chopped up wood. The tree surgeon went to town in somebody's back yard, methinks. And what second-hand "finds" did I arrange? Good question. Children's books and costumes (a tiger, a bee!), jewelry, peace hats. You own a peace hat, right? Doesn't everyone?
Yeah. So, basically, I've had little to no time for blogging. See, blogging would have been number 10 if I had more time. As you can see, I have 9 long-winded reasons to not blog.
Maybe some day, when I make my way to higher schooling, I will have more time to post on my blog. For now, the real world calls--like 10 times a day. it's really annoying!--but I've got call back and say something about stopping poverty from polluting the atmosphere of our society. And preventing a bobcat from eating Jangle. 'Round these parts, though, we're all wise enough to know a bobcat'd never eat a dog with a charm bracelet. The "city's" safe enough tonight.
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