Spring yard work...

12 May 2026: Just finished the lawn and am taking a little break before trivia. 

It's been a busy day, but kind of casually busy, if that makes any sense; no real stress or rushing. Or rather, when I felt like I needed to be rushing and thus stressed, I realized I didn't need to be doing either.

Voted this morning. Planted a little redbud tree sapling tree a neighbor was giving away. Went to the dentist. Went to Walmart to get (more) mulch and some odds and ends. Wandered through Sunny Meadows on my annual annual-buying trip. Came home and kept working on the spring clean-up and prep work I started yesterday. Listened to a New Yorker Fiction Podcast story while I did the latter--a kind of tradition. (Yard work--fall or spring clean-ups--and Christmas light hanging/taking down=New Yorker Fiction Podcast episodes. A little tradition that I quite enjoy as it makes the tedious work more pleasant.) Then mowed the lawn. 

Tomorrow I'll see about getting the flowers in the ground and porch pots. Need to spread the weed and feed, too. I've got a couple of work obligations, but will do my best to stay unstressed/unrushed. 

It's almost like these little yard rituals--a yearly necessity--need to be done before I can settle into whatever summer break rhythm will emerge. 

Break routine...

11 May 2026: Always a strange time of the year--these early days after a semester ends. I am trying to push through some lingering projects and some spring yardwork...and then figure out the daily routine.

My summer to-do list (work-wise) isn't that big, so it's kind of hard to imagine what the days will look like. Until I do, I feel a bit uneasy and unmoored, but I am trying to embrace the possibilities.  

(Finding myself entertained by the unintentional double-meaning of this post's title...)

"joy still stays joy"

10 May 2026: Just a bit ago, coming in from my walk--a walk filled with Big Thoughts--I finally read a piece my friend sent me that she cut out of the New York Times. By Melissa Kirsch, it commemorates thirty years of "National Poetry Month" (which is April, so yeah...took me a while to get to it). 

Kirsh, like me, is drawn to springtime poems, especially those about April, a month of boomeranging weather contrasts here in the Northeast. She writes, "The internal work is much the same, sitting quietly, paying close attention to the weather inside, you can observe the hope that blows in with the fear, the lightness and heaviness that seem to be competing." Just a really lovely little essay.

The piece ends with some lines from this Jane Hirschfield poem that I have read before and even linked to on New Year's Day. 

This read-through, some different lines caught my attention and some of what was on my mind on my walk: 

"Stone did not become apple. War did not become peace. 

Yet joy still stays joy. Sequins stay sequins. Words still bespangle, bewilder."

"Joy still stays joy," I say to myself, which somehow makes the sadness bearable. 

Commencement day...

9 May 2026: Another good and busy day--two graduation ceremonies, lots of time with folks I am fond of between the ceremonies and then after, then pizza and a movie with Carrie and Rachel (we watched Sentimental Value--very good!).

Just a lot to be grateful for...

Pre-commencement running...

8 May 2026: Two graduation rehearsals this morning, then back home to do some cleaning in preparation for the Sigma Tau Delta end-of-the-year get-together, then back to campus for the Education pinning ceremony, then back home for the get-together...

It's something to be tired before graduation day, but I'll take it. All good and fun things!

Not all chair-dancing is grading-related...

7 May 2026: Just hit "submit" on the final set of documents for our Writing and Rhetoric textbook, a real bear of a project that is--for now--done! 

Found myself chair-dancing as I hit that button as this song was playing...

"The sun is but a morning star"

6 May 2026: Henry David Thoreau, among the writers who changed my life, died 164 years ago today. It says something, I know, about my state these days that I find thinking about his dying makes me emotional. Apparently, among his last words were "Now comes good sailing," which is an idea almost too beautiful to think about. 

He's been on my mind these past few days, both for this post's title--the final line of Walden--and for an earlier passage in the book, where he talks about "contracting yourselves into a nutshell of civility or dilating into an atmosphere of thin and vaporous generosity." Two seemingly different vibes in those lines, but put them together and you have a pretty good sense of what he's up to in Walden. 

I am grateful that his words come to me when I need them.

Early evening morosity...

5 May 2026: Here are some utterly banal but true statements, based on my recent and current experience and, with some liberty, the experience of my siblings:  

It is a kind of torture to be far from a parent who is dying. Much of it is also somehow easier than being closer. 

So, too, is it a kind of torture to be close to a parent who is dying. Parts of it are also somehow easier than being far away.

(The folks on the ground have the greater burden, I know. It's not even close.) 

Dead week meetings...

4 May 2026: I spent a big portion of today in meetings with my colleagues talking about teaching and writing. It was interesting, affirming, energizing, and just all-around wonderful. Best job in the world. 

Elmer!

3 May 2026: Well, this story lifted me out of some Sunday evening blues...

"The next day, veterinarians soaked Elmer in more oil and gave him multiple baths until most of the glue was gone. He gently headbutted shelter employees’ legs in the following days, seeming to ask for more massages. 'He honestly feels like every day is spa day,' said Cassie Davidson, a spokeswoman for the Humane Society of North Texas."

When I got to the part about his foster mom getting to keep him, I cried. (Of course I did.)

We did, indeed, have time, baby...

2 May 2026: Just finished the second season of School Spirits, not bad considering what I posted a last Friday. But sure enough, with some of my regular TV shows going on hiatus and work slowing down just enough, I got to enjoy every episode and can cross this one off my "to be watched" list. 

Onto the next one...

Five months...

1 May 2026: The new month kind of snuck up on me, but it is, indeed May 1. On my walk this afternoon, I realized it's been five months since my dad died. 

For the most part, I think I am handling this grief pretty well. It is still so hard and sad. I still find myself thinking, "I should tell him that" or "Dad would like this..." and then remember that he's gone, well...more times than I could have imagined. But I think all of that is pretty normal. 

The other stuff that's come rushing in since he died--Brandon's death, worrying about Vogel, my cousin's death, my mom's illness, so much work stress, and everything our government is up to--it's overwhelming. 

Maybe there's a gift in a quiet moment like this one, just thinking about him. 

So...it's been five months. There's been good stuff, too. And we're still here. And it's May, maybe my favorite month?

The lilac bush behind Knutti is in bloom. I snapped some sprigs to bring home. As I write this, they are filling the first floor with their fragrance. Another gift of May and everything that Spring represents.