I chortled in my glee. Because . . .
I finished my rough draft!!!
It has been seven years since the last time I could truthfully say those words. Seven years!!
Now to make it less rough. Which will take some doing. But once upon a time I enjoyed rewrites, so I shall roll up my sleeves and commence.
Soon. Must first take time to savor the moment. And brew a cup of tea.
Monday begins my third year of teaching literature for our local home school co-op. I have only one class this time around, which will make life much easier. It is high school American Literature. We are beginning the class with Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Yay! One of my students memorized "Paul Revere's Ride" for a speech class and has agreed to present it for the class Monday. How is that for a dashing start to the year?
And our first reading assignment is The Song of Hiawatha. All of it. I have read the first five chapters so far, and I am in awe. I think my students will enoy it, especially since we live in the land of the Big-Sea-Water and all the flora and fauna described here in beautifully poetic terms.
I love teaching because I learn so much!
In other news, Monte is sick. My poor baby has been feeling poorly for weeks, which (avoiding graphic detail) involves decidedly unpleasant clean-up chores for his mum (that would be me). Today I rushed a sample to our vet, who is a family friend, and learned that my kitty-boy has a urinary tract infection or UTI. So now he is on two antibiotic pills a day and one prednisone every other day. I count it a great blessing that Mr. Pinky Nose (his nickname) is angelic about swallowing pills.
Whitefang Spot DeFuhr Montgomery turned twelve in April--hard to believe--so he is no youngster by any means, but I really want to keep him around to snuggle and inspire me for a few more years!
|Monte the lap-warmer|