I came into the office this afternoon and a colleague
says ‘well, Spotty is gone’. This
morning the woman found a home for the cat and he is gone. Did Spotty know something was up? Could he have had any idea he was moving
out? Could this explain his odd behavior
the last three nights? He wanted to stay
with me? I don’t know how he could have
known he was moving out (unless he was told and did understand) and I will never know now
that the only friendly cat among the half dozen cats who move about on these
premises is no more.
So, this is what the cat was telling me through the
screen. He didn't want to go.
I wasn’t gonna write today but the loss of Spotty is a
loss. And the greatest boxer in the
world died today as well. I wonder if
I’ll have any students. I wonder if
everyone elsewhere is alright today. I
think I’ll read Melville for the next thirty minutes.
8:15pm
Spotty was given to a woman who will let the cat
inside, and that is a good thing, right?
Right, I couldn’t let him in, I have to keep my nose happy,
forgetaboutus!
Half the class came today and I stopped class ten
minutes early what is this it’s Saturday we needn’t be here, man, let me
go.
Three weeks from today will be last day of
teaching. These could be the three
longest weeks of my life. Ramadan is
gonna put things to a crawl and then the waiting and waiting for each day to creep
out of here, so slow will I go my students will be ahead of me. Go on, I’ll catch up with ya’ll later.
Well, you can begin tomorrow by going in for lunch and
finding out what’s going on with Ramadan and maybe, no I won’t do it yet, wait,
we’ll be closed on Tuesday, I’ll go to hr on Wednesday. ok, got it.
I think I’m done here, a headache and a blah feeling,
rice and veggies with cheese was ok for dinner, I’ll cook more rice in the next
long month.
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