May 7

From unrequited love to Mavis Staples to Larry's poem

1965

Slave Day was a success. I didn't bid. V went for $6.20. Claire went for $15! We made about $56.00 on 24 slaves -- not bad.

At the dance V didn't ask me. All he did was insult me and I'm willing to admit that's all I did, too. I'm mad at him - yes - I hate him now. He's nothing I thought he was. He drives fast, drinks and swears. I'd think twice before I went out with him. My virtue would be at stake. He's also a wolf. Oh well!

Comment 2023

I doubt that V was a wolf; I was just such an innocent lamb.

1993

Is it nearly the end of the semester? It doesn’t feel like it, except for the frantic pace at which my students are working. It hasn’t been a great spring…the class has seemed particularly lethargic and I have been unusually disorganized. Too many meetings! On the other hand, the graduate class in Fashion and Consumer Culture has been unusually good.

Comment 2023

Reading about the end of the semester over and over again is a bit triggering. A Facebook friend just posted about his last day of classes for the year - a particularly awful one, I gather. So thank a teacher today.

1997

What a wonderful essay today’s meditation was! Sarah managed to transform the detritus of everyday life into something sacred. I know exactly what she means. Even as I grate my teeth at my family’s carelessness, I think of how I will miss it!

Comment 2023

I have no idea what “carelessness” I meant. Life is easier when people are thoughtful and considerate. It’s also easier when I forgive people for not living up to my standards of thoughtfulness and consideration. (And when they extend the same grace to me, as is often necessary.)

2022

Our second day at Jazz Fest. Mavis Staples, OMG!!!! I was about 8 rows back from the stage.

2023

A pleasant Sunday morning, one large coffee down, things looking pretty good. The to-do list was conquered yesterday and there was even an unplanned excursion to our favorite brewpub. Our very thoughtful, organized eldest child also made a reservation for our traditional May birthday combo dinner two weeks from now. (Three Taureans in the house!)

Now, off to church for a morning of embroidery.

I share a poem from one of the folks we are memorializing, our friend Larry: