Nearly a month went by without any new posts, despite my recent statements about blogging in earnest. I found that teaching writing classes not only involved lots of time grading papers but also focused my interest on writing. I'm actually writing a lot in various journals and notebooks, but was not focusing in the short run on material I wanted to post here. Finally, in the month of July, I managed to resume my average of one post per day for the month. I plan to surpass that volume from here on out. What I post here, combined with my daily writing in journals, is mostly fine-tuning what I hope to publish in a memoir about my experiences in education as student, parent, teacher, supporter and critic.
Meanwhile, I am still available for guiding local nature hikes. Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org to inquire about rates and parameters of time, distance, and personal needs regarding matters of health and fitness.
I have been teaching since 1965 and have recently joined the English Department as an Associate Faculty member at Feather River College. Recently taught Nature Literature in America and am currently teaching Interpersonal Communication and Basic Reading and Writing.
Seems that I can't pick up a piece of firewood these days without getting distracted. Busy writing when the house got a little cold. I figured five minutes to load the wood stove wouldn't interrupt the flow, but I was wrong. When I saw these beetle tracks on the first piece of firewood I picked up, I started daydreaming about life beneath the bark. As the larvae chew their way around, how do they decide when to make a left or right turn? Do they ever get curious enough to chew toward the surface or deeper in? Maybe they're just hooked on the tastiest layer and are not capable of curiosity. Of course curiosity can be a blessing or a curse. I forgot what I was writing about.