--I am relieved to see my blog up and normal looking today. I half expected to see Japanese when I logged in this morning.
--Why would I expect to see Japanese? Yesterday, Kathleen Kirk wrote to me: "BUT, in attempting to link to Pudding House, I clicked the book cover at your blog and was taken to a Japanese site. I clicked translate, and it was a business site and/or fake business site (?!) (or has Pudding House disappeared?)."
--One other link on my blogsite page also linked to a site that looked Japanese. That link once upon a time took readers to a poem in an online journal. I suspect the link has been dead for some time. Still, it's disconcerting that two links on my blogsite took people to Japanese sites.
--My anxiety was exacerbated by the fact that I was writing on a day when the FBI took down its software that kept a dangerous virus from infecting computers--why would we get rid of that protection?
--But Kathleen and I had a great e-mail exchange. She's planning to use my poems in a workshop that she offers. That idea brings me such joy.
--I'm going to offer her workshop participants a deal on my chapbooks. I'll make readers here the same offer: get my first chapbook for $6.00 (original cover price $8.95, but $10.00 from the publisher now) and my second for $10.00 (originally $12), or get them both for $15.00. Plus I'll pay for shipping. Christmas will be here before we know it. Order now! I'll honor this offer until Labor Day ends, the unofficial end of summer.
--Last night, after deleting strange/corrupted links from my blog, I went to my boot camp exercise class. It's held on the 8th floor of a hospital where my little gym exists (my little gym began life by being a place that educated heart attack patients in new ways of living life). It's one of the higher points in Ft. Lauderdale. As I did jumping jacks, I saw a flock of parrots (the tiny green kind) swoop and swerve. It made me insanely happy.
--I wonder if they could see me. I wonder what they would have thought. I like the idea that seeing humans working out makes them happy in the same way that their flight makes me happy.
--I got home to find my pecans had been delivered. I'm a Southern girl who needs a supply of pecans. But lately, the price has skyrocketed, for a variety of reasons. Happily, Koinonia Partners offers a great deal (go here for a variety of options). And I'm supporting the social justice group that helped bring racial integration to Georgia and created Habitat for Humanity (more here).
--My grandmother used to have a pecan tree, and I remember one Thanksgiving when I collected pecans and shelled them and filled our freezer (my grandmother had already filled her freezer with the bumper crop that came that year). I miss that tree, which had to be cut down. I miss my grandmother. But she would be happy that I'm supporting American farmers with my pecan purchase. I'm happy too.
--All in all, it could have been a worse first day of classes in our Summer quarter. We had enough chairs for all the students (last week this time, I wasn't sure we would). The students who came to me with problems presented problems that were easily solved. My blogsite and documents haven't been corrupted, as far as I can see. I submitted a submission to Rattle for their Speculative Poetry section (sci-fi and alternate realities, a genre I experiment with occasionally). I saw parrots. And I have 5 pounds of pecans to keep in the freezer.
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