Control:

Time becomes a pushing, busy master.

How do I Erinize each moment?

The Poetry Crumbles:

OK, I'm out of six-worders.  I didn't find my quiet place to think poetically last week--so that goal continues into this week.

Life is good.  I'm up against my end-of-the-month deadlines.  I've got visiting teaching this week.  It's going to freeze, so we're bringing in the squash and a few tomatoes.  Next year may be a better year for the garden.  School gets out on May 25th, and that is huge--2+ more weeks time to get gardens started.

The highlight of the week is any communication with the kids.  I'm looking forward to Ryan and Bekah coming to visit both families the first week in December.

I wish I could begin to share the funny things the kids at school say, their endearing eccentricities, the patience they require--and that way that exercising that patience doesn't feel much different, in terms of satisfaction, as it feels after physically exercising.

Lots to do, and that is just fine.

First Frost Tomorrow

October splendor freezes; Glory then grief.

Why Pride?

It humble-hurts to steady-let eyes open.

Heart Bursting:

Except for your growth, and flight,

I'd fight your battle; end tears.

Conflict in Hindsight:

Mountain-, morning sun-, blanket cloud-confrontation:

Riots of reds, yellows ignite day.

Listening, I shall make-peace in wonder!

On Having Aspergers

Aspergers is Aspergers! Is Aspergers! Is!