I talked to Amy today. I'm glad she's not dead. She was just feeling overwhelmed and sick and reacted badly to it. As she's 18, just a kid really, I opted to put her back on relief shifts. Not what she wanted (she wanted her job back), but if she does well in that I'll let her have someone's shift when they leave. I'm kind of a softy, I suppose, and she's just a kid (the same age as my students, when I used to have students- sigh, I don't miss grad school; I do miss teaching).

I edited my poem. May helped. She's a brilliant poet, in her own right, although I'm better at synonyms and grammar than she is (if I do say so myself).

I talked to Sally today and we dealt with PMN stuff. I also signed a petition protesting the Academy Awards plan to give Jerry Lewis a Humanitarian Award. Many disabled people, myself included, object to his portrayal of people with disabilities (that we're pathetic, helpless, and sitting around the house waiting for a cure). Follow the link to learn more- http://www.petitiononline.com/jlno2009/petition.html

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I'm watching Animal Planet show on the frog crisis. More than third of frog species are endangered. A fungus is killing them.

I wrote three raunchy poem in writing group today. I'm not a raunchy poet, but that was the prompt we were given. I'm an obedient poet (at times) so I obeyed.

This is one poem I wrote tonight.

Leslea Newman,
whom I admire
in that 13 year old girl poet who just discovered self kind of way
that any 32 year old woman who fancies herself to be a poet in her own right
ought to have gotten over long ago;
sentenced us- we six gathered to write on the third Thursday of the month
to attempt to craft raunch in the least sexy abode of the library.

Due to scheduling snafu,
our regular room was occupied by a girl scout meeting;
the library's "friends" were holding their own monthly gathering
in the second room we were sent to.
Embarrassed librarian, perhaps herself guilty of scheduling errors,
says we are welcome to write in the staff room until other group departed
.
In October, at local poets gathering
our muses over eager ears fixated
when poet laureate told us that she heard that
we were, in fact, a group that welcomed
a bit of raunch.

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