Nearly a month has gone by without any new posts, despite my recent statements about blogging in earnest. I'm finding that teaching writing classes not only involves lots of time grading papers but also focuses my interest on writing. I'm actually writing a lot in various journals and notebooks, but not focusing in the short run on material I want to post here. We'll see what develops. Let's just say, my cessation of blogging is not due to deterioration of my health. I might be back soon. It probably depends on how spring unfolds - wildflowers, lizards, interesting insects, etc., usually fire me up and prompt me to keep my camera batteries charged.
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.