Yesterday was a day of realizations and changes that made me feel a bit whipsawed. But it wasn't bad.
When I look back, I will likely most remember the departure of newly appointed and then newly dismissed Anthony Scaramucci, the foul-mouthed White House communications director. Lately, each day brings something new to make me feel like a little old lady in how easily I am appalled--but "the Mooch" so far is the winner in that department. Who talks like that to a reporter? Who thinks that is O.K.? What does his mother think? Who raised these people?
Let me now take off my white gloves and church hat--back to the rest of the day.
I felt sad as we learned about the death of Sam Shepard. I remember decades ago reading his work after hearing a grad student declare him as significant and feeling baffled, much the way I felt baffled when I read about women seeing him as a sex symbol. Yesterday I read declarations that he was one of the most important playwrights of the 20th century.
Really? He ranks right up there with Arthur Miller, Tennessee Williams, and Samuel Beckett? I could keep listing important playwrights of the 20th century, but I also know that we could have this discussion all day/month/year, and not reach consensus. Let me not go down that road. Let me acknowledge that Shepard had enormous talent, and that I always feel a bit sad when one of those lights has been snuffed out.
I thought about the AWP and wondered why I forgot to register. It's in Tampa, after all. I went to the website and found out that registration had just opened on July 31 (yesterday)--hurrah! It's not too late. I thought about the FAPSC conference that I attended on Friday. I didn't have to pay for that because I was a presenter, but the registration fee was not much less than the AWP--and my school was willing to pay for that. The AWP will give me much more value for not much more money--I'll run the idea by my new boss, and then tomorrow, if he gives me the green light, I'll register.
All day yesterday, I kept my eye to the skies. We had a low pressure system off of Tampa that quickly strengthened, in the course of yesterday's early morning hours, into a full blown tropical storm.
Happily, tropical storm Emily was a big fizzle. We got one little squall around 11 a.m. yesterday--over in 4 minutes with driving sheets of rain, and then nothing.
But it was overcast, so the temp was lower, which has been nice. Last night we went over to our neighborhood friends, and we sat outside--it was perfectly comfortable. I thought we'd have a cozy night of rain, but if we did, I didn't hear it.
I'd prefer a fizzle of a storm to a storm that's supposed to be small but smacks us with more. I am feeling grateful today and hoping that the rest of this hurricane season is a fizzle too--and every hurricane season after that.