Journal of a Sabbatical

November 1, 1999

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Today's Reading: Thirty Years by John Marquand, Thoreau on Birds

I don't have anything to say. I was going to put a quote from Thoreau about brown creepers, but heck, readers can just go to the library and look up what old Henry David had to say about brown creepers or snow buntings or any number of birds.

I have pile of bills to pay, a pile of newsletter articles to edit (or write), pages and pages of cat names to type, a press release to write, e-commerce to set up so the Hungarians can sell photos to raise some money for the project, laundry to do, groceries to buy, and there's always that pesky lawn to mow before winter. When will I find time to read my piles of books? When will I find time to look for a real job (assuming the Hungarians cannot raise enough money to pay me)? If God (if there is a god) put me on this earth to bring together the cats and elders of the Merrimack Valley, why is she (if there is a god she's a black woman - a really huge black woman) making it so hard? Does somebody out there want to pay me to save the temperate zone forest, bring back the piping plover, and unite cats and elders of the Merrimack Valley?

Hmm, guess I had more on my mind than Thoreau's description of brown creepers.

Better go do something about that lawn.