I'm going to school. An official decision was declared on Father's Day, and I've been so busy and so close to elated disbelief that I haven't yet made announcements.
Not without fear and trembling, but I registered for classes and purchased a plane ticket, and I'm reading my textbooks. Frederick Buechner says the most important moment of a sermon may well be the silence before the speaking begins, the hopeful anticipation that something deeply meaningful will occur. Amidst the little tasks, setting up a school email account, wondering how I will pay all the school bills, needing this to work out, that silence of anticipation is where I live.
There and also atop Louise Erdrich's layer of earthen scum on the kitchen floor (see below). Where I live.
Madeleine and Brendan have crowded beneath my feet to make copies of sheets of paper dolls and all their paper accessories. Let's all wish them luck. Perhaps I should do the same, hawk something concrete at the yardsale to raise cash for school... Would anyone like to buy a blog entry?