Still, as I was walking them this morning and thinking about writing a cute puppy post, he grabbed something unmentionable off the side of the road and tried to eat it. Let’s just say that, though I’m not squeamish and normally wouldn’t hesitate to stick my fingers in his mouth to remove the offending substance, this was not one I wanted to get my hands on, but I was able to get him to drop most of it, reminding myself that puppies can be gross as well as cute. In fact, maybe it’s a good thing they can be so cute…
Other signs of normalcy: I raked up magnolia leaves yesterday and will soon mow the lawn (as soon as the dew is off the grass). I’m no longer grading, but am working on grant reports and scholarship applications (reading and evaluating them, not writing them, of course). And soon 130-some haiku will arrive at my door for judging, as I’ve answered the call of the Iowa Poetry Association once again. I’m looking forward to it!
I have a few more books to send back and payments to make for the Southern Literary Festival (including those grant reports). Then I can begin serious work on the Welty Symposium and hopefully take some time for my own writing, not to mention the summer projects we have around the house! August will be here before we know it, but for now the long expanse of summer seems like a welcome sight. We’re looking forward to some travel and, who knows, maybe even another foster puppy or two or perhaps a cycle of puppy haiku.