Confession is good for the…

~ My husband says I am not tough enough on Sport. I am a little soft. My hand motions are a little weak, wimpy, unclear.

~ This might be because I am a cat-person who adores dogs. I am not a natural at the dog-thing. I always misspell dog by writing god. There was a Portland fellow who created a “dog is god” book and claimed a national following if not a nice wad of cash. Sometimes I have terrific ideas and read about them two years later. (The book was not one of them.) It’s why I believe in the cosmic consciousness. That’s also more cat than dog, I think.

~ My cat Frida, my familiar, my alter-ego kicks the puppy’s but. Keep in mind he is bigger than her, now. 25 pounds plus to her 12. But she just doesn’t put up with his puppy-crap and actually chased him the other day. (She doesn’t hurt him, just scares him “straight”.) I love (adore) this dog but think it is pretty damn funny to have a cat do that.

~ No Tin House scholarship. There were 2 given out of 100 applicants. I will try to go next year. Without a scholarship. I think the timing might be better all the way around.

~ My creative non-fiction (CNF) teacher has suggested we can keep the group together and do a class next winter. Wild for me to think writing January 09. But there you have it. I didn’t intend to take classes from only her. But she rocks. And I have lots to learn. She also suggested that as a group we might keep it going with a monthly meeting until January. I have to admit – this is a confession – that I think she doesn’t mean me. She said that we need 7 people, so not everyone must feel that must do it. I take that as “code”…and I know that is just plain silly on my part.

~ I have a little more to do on my last work for the CNF class. It is not so bad. I thought I would write a piece on water (with a mind to qarrtsiluni) but that one got really complicated. I started adding my grandfather. My mother’s step-father who abused her. And so it is difficult to sort through and mesh water with that relationship. Someday it might be brilliant. But today it is hard. And definitely not brilliant. But I have a piece to work on now, for a while. And I like that.

~ It was too damn hot this weekend.

~ It rained like crazy this morning and I got soaked when I walked with a friend. But at least I walked.

~ My mom and dad are not coming for their visit right now. Mom has pneumonia. Not good in a lady who had a nearly-killed-her-and-that-is-no-exaggeration in 06. I am bummed and relieved. I think she needs pet therapy (and daughter time) and I wanted her to smell Sport’s puppy breath and pet his fluffy puppy-fur while she could. I will go to Arizona next month. I must make plans this week.

This is all…I must go to sleep. I am tired and it is way, way, way past my bedtime.

OH HOLY CRAP!

~ Obama kicked it in Oregon. I am soooo relieved because I felt very guilty for not campaigning. My other candidates did well, too. (Mayor and folks like that.)