Reason # 457.
Last night was great fun. One of Great Scott's former-students-now-turned-friend-to-us-both came for dinner and the evening. Jennifer's on break from her journalism studies in Columbia (Mizzou) where she started the blog Wonderfully Ill-Composed for a class. (Now that the semester's over, she's open for topic ideas to continue blogging, BTW. You can leave hellos and suggestions for her here.) She was fun company: gentle and conversant with the girls as well as us, entertaining, and equally willing to share pictures from her summer in Colorado or grate cheese for the lasagne. We will take her any time we can get her.
I'll leaves the details of Jennifer's visit to Great Scott to post on Grumpy Teacher since she was his student. It's only fair that he have writing dibs on her, I admit. I will mention, though, that she left with us a Magnetic Poetry Calendar. It was long after midnight before I was able to tear myself away from those fascinating little magnetic words, my task complicated by the fact that both Great Scott and our younger daughter had already composed pieces of their own which I was loath cannibalize. At last I tottered off to bed, a fond and sleepy smile upon my face and two veritable works of poetic genius upon the board:
apples sing in that gray weather
birds spin cloud to fire
as they fly__the season
can bloom or ice__all month
you and I look out at sun
on storm__we flower through
fall rain and melting light
have a buttered pumpkin popsicle
here__eat it__smile too
For good company and ghastly composition, Jennifer, we are in your debt. Thank you. :)