Teleportation

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What super power do you wish you had and why?

The superpower I wish I had would be teleportation.

I find getting from one place to another to be tedious. I could be doing so many things in the time it takes a car to meander to that place. A trip to nearby St. Joseph takes 45 minutes by car; a trip to Kansas City an hour and a half. That time is spent captive in a car, and I get carsick if I want to read during that time.

But if I could teleport, I could near instantaneously appear at my destination. How great that would be! No transit time, no carsickness. I could make traveling across the country as convenient as a trip to the store. I could afford traveling to France!

I’m assuming there’s great energy use in teleporting. If so, that’s a bonus. I would not have to diet. I would burn off the extra calories teleporting. I could eat a whole pie! I suppose having to eat so much to refuel would be a burden after a while, but in the short run I could eat a lot of dessert.

I wish I could teleport!

A Big Audacious Walking Goal

I have a Big Audacious Goal, and it has nothing to do with writing. This goal is for walking, and walking like I used to.

My husband thinks my BAG is too big, because what I’d really like to do is walk up to Grey’s Truck Stop for lunch. That’s eight miles round trip. I am a long way from there — a long way. Right now, my dizziness and lack of stamina gets me one time around the block.

SMART goals — the “R” stands for realistic, and my goal is not at the present moment realistic. Making it realistic would mean cutting down the distance to goal. So maybe a more realistic goal would be walking a mile, or even a half mile.

But one mile is not a Big or Audacious goal. Richard agrees on this, which means he finally understands BAGs. So the BAG is to Gray’s and back, and there will be all sorts of intermediary goals, such as twice around the block and so on.

Now all I have to do is start consistently walking around the block.

Officially Summer for Me

I am done with all my grading, all my meetings (I hope), all my commitments for Spring semester. I am done with the school year!

Now what? I feel like I’m done too soon. It’s not summer; it’s 62 degrees out and cloudy.

I have 10 interns, and that will give me a bit to do over the summer, but most of them are local and I won’t be doing more than one road trip to visit them. That gives me more summer to try to find something to do. I can’t believe I’m having a problem of not enough to do.

There are things I need to do. For one, sort out all my clothes from the piles they have become. Rewrite my syllabi for Fall semester. Build more posts in Loomly (social media software). Blog every day.

I am avoiding saying I need to write. Writing has been hard lately. I have a novel in mind, but the urge to write hasn’t hit me lately. The last book I wrote didn’t have an urge to write attached. Maybe boredom will help me write.

My husband has reminded me I have to pack my office up for a move across campus. I think I preferred being bored.

May Day

People don’t celebrate May Day anymore — at least not the floral holiday that occurs on May 1st. The international workers’ day celebrated in many countries, yes. But I’m talking about May Day baskets delivered on doorsteps.

Some elementary school teacher started me on the holiday years and years and how many years ago. I think the holiday was fading even then, but the teacher told us the lore anyhow, about how May 1st was a day when one made May baskets and filled them with flowers, and then left them on someone’s porch. Even in first grade, I got the impression that it was supposed to be a heterosexual flirtation ritual — probably because of the part where you’re supposed to kiss the giver if you caught them delivering the basket. And we didn’t have anything but heterosexual flirtations back then because it was the Sixties.

I delivered May baskets in my 20s. I made a list, mostly male, of people I wouldn’t mind flirting with. And, strangely, I gave them a fighting chance not to catch me. It seems odd now that I would try not to get caught if I were flirting with them, but that’s the way the holiday works. I had some close escapes, including throwing myself over the railing of a fire escape to avoid being caught.

I have not delivered May baskets in years, even before I got married (and that was 19 years ago). I’ve gotten too busy, and don’t have a good block of time to mastermind a basket for my husband. When am I going to make the basket with him underfoot? How am I going to bake cookies? The tradition has died with me.

The Concert Last Sunday

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What was the last live performance you saw?

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Last Sunday, I watched the Nodaway County Chorale perform their annual Spring concert. Community choirs are an interesting concept, because there are people who love to sing who aren’t professionals. They don’t need to be — they enjoy singing, and that’s enough. They have enough talent to sing in tune and pick up the right rhythm, and they have enough fortitude to practice regularly.

My husband has been in the choir for over 15 years. He devotes Monday nights from September through April for this. They do two concerts a year — one at Christmas and one in the Spring. I admire his commitment and that of the 50-odd people who make up the chorus.

I am not in the Chorale. I lost my ability to sing several years ago — my voice has gotten weak and I can’t always hit the right notes. My type of singing tends toward folk music — if I played guitar I probably would still be writing and singing folk songs regardless of whether I could sing. Plus I like having my Monday nights free.

So I got to see my husband’s concert. It was good — they always are, no matter how much Richard fusses about it before the concert.

One Day Till Summer Break!

I have one exam (literally one exam — I have one student taking it) to give and grade, and then I am done with the semester! The school year has gone so fast, probably because I dealt with it one day, one task at a time. Very much in the present.

This summer, I will be bored unless I start writing. I have already laid out fall classes (including making them accessible) and putting my calendar in place. Other than revising syllabi to be ADA compliant, I have fall semester in the bag. I have 9 interns to visit over the summer, a lot of them local. Therefore, a lot of free time. I estimate a lot of writing and coffee. Hopefully a couple weekends for retreat time.

Here’s to a relaxing summer!

Mayor for a Day

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What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?

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There are a lot of jobs I would like to try for one day. The one I’m thinking of, however, is mayor of a small town. I think I could handle that job for about a day. I couldn’t do much damage in one day, I figure, even if I’m bad at it. I know there would be a lot of administrative decisions I would need to make, many routine. It would not be an exciting time. I’d still like to do it, just to say I did.

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There are other jobs I would like to do for a day. Cat rescue. Journalist. Disaster case manager. Extra in a movie.

There are a lot of jobs I wouldn’t like to do because I don’t have the physical prowess or the mental know-how. I don’t want to be a stunt double, or a doctor, or a professional makeup artist. (I would like to try professional moulage artist if there’s on-job training, but making someone look beautiful is too hard.) Nor would I want to be a fashion designer, an actor, or an engineer.

Professional author? I would love that, because it would mean that I’ve been picked up by a publisher. I could do that for more than one day!

A Day of Plotting

My husband and I got to Haven Coffeehouse at a little after 8 this morning; my task for the day was to develop my outline for the latest book a bit more.

Two cups of coffee later, I’m a bit closer. I think it’s going to take place in the Spring, four years after Avatar of the Maker. The point-of-view characters are going to be Tisha, the influencer; her husband Rod, the corporate promotions person; and Gideon, the engineer at Barn Swallows’ Dance.

Things I need to remember: The children just born in Avatar are now four years old; Bergeron the cat is about the same age. (Bergeron the cat is an important plot point as he is going to be the representative of the non-standard reality of the place). Tom is still the general manager; Leah is now a vet tech and well on her way to be a vet.

Tisha and Rod are 27 and 33 respectively. Their age difference is going to be important when it comes to how they get along; Rod tends to be a little condescending to Tisha, and this is going to become a point of conflict.

Other important people (besides those named in the above paragraphs) are Jeanne and Josh, as keepers of the Garden; Amarel, as the most obvious (to them) ‘difference’, and Luke, as the lawyer.

And of course, Barn Swallows’ Dance is one of the characters. It’s ’nonstandard reality’ is going to be the invisible elephant in the room — “What elephant? I don’t see an elephant.”

This needs to be plumped out a bit more, but I can see the bones. Sort of.

A Textbook Answer

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What gives you direction in life?

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This is probably going to be a boring answer, because it is literally a textbook answer — in fact, it’s in one of the textbooks I teach from.

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Goals give me direction in life. They give us all direction in life — that’s what they’re there for. Without goals, our life is without focus.

It could be said that our values give us direction in life, but they do so by spawning our goals. We take our values and ask, “How do I manifest this value?” and we get goals. “If trying new things is a value I have, how do I achieve it? I go to this new restaurant featuring Thai-Italian fusion.”

Goals can be general or specific. Specific goals have singular ways of fulfilling them, such as that goal to go to the Thai-Italian fusion place. General goals give way to a myriad of specific goals one can use to fulfill them. It is more flexible to have general goals because one can fulfill them in many different ways.

I like to have Big Audacious Goals. These, in my life, usually represent big accomplishments (big to me anyhow) that I hadn’t imagined being able to do. Losing 85 pounds has been my latest one; others include writing my first novel, walking 20 miles a day for three days (can’t do that now!) and teaching Disaster Psych. I may have to start that Big Audacious Goal of walking again — maybe walking to Grey’s and back again for salad bar? It’s 8 miles round trip.

What is your favorite current goal?

Do or Do Not …

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Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?

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“Do or do not — there is no ‘try'”. This, if you don’t recognize, is a quote from Yoda, the wizened green guy from the Star Wars movies. I live by this quote, because I believe that if one gets the option to ‘try’, they will give themselves an excuse not to achieve.

In real life, I do not always succeed. Nobody does, but I don’t look at my efforts as ‘trying’. I have done my best, with no excuses.

I don’t ‘try’ new things — I do new things. Sometimes I do them very badly, but I give them my best.

I see Yoda’s quote as an impetus not to do things half-assed.