Two weeks between the end of one semester and the start of another. Two weeks between reading books to teach and reading books to be taught. Two weeks between saying good-byes to dear friends in Maryland and greeting long-missed faces in Vermont. Two weeks between stacks of pages to grade and stacks of assigned pages that must be read. Exhibit A:
Next week begins this:
In the meantime, I’m setting summer goals and prepping for grad school classes and trying to keep a portion of my brain looking ahead to teaching fall classes, and trying to fit in as many “one last happy hour”s and “one more coffee date”s as possible, and still editing that novel that’s been sitting in a Frankensteinian shambles for the past year, and practicing the ukelele and wavering between looking ahead and savoring the now. This is June, in brief.