like a clock whose hands are sweeping

past the minutes of its face.  and the world is like an apple.  whirling silently in space. eventually i'll run out of lines from the song for titles.  then maybe i'll start all over again. i too am like an apple whirling, sometimes silently, sometimes swearing loudly, in space.

too many things to do, always, and never enough time to do them.  i'd say i'm wasting time here, but it's one of my main pleasures currently.  writing, and reading the writing of others.  a moment to collect myself in some way. 

the week coming to an end, the hardest part.  dragging myself through the last few classes, especially the thursday night one. coming up in a short while.  too many people in the class, at such varied levels.  i've actually split off a smaller class who are essentially working by themselves with books and tapes.  i check in on them several times during the evening to answer questions, resolve disputes.  they are much more advanced than the others.  so, as a reward, they get ignored and have to work alone. but they're enjoying it and feel kind of special. 

i'm so worn out and depressed by paying so much attention to the political caca surrounding us in this country.  i have to take a little break.  really this time.  the truth is our lives remain pretty much the same no matter how much shit is all over the fan.  i need to take more note of my cat (molly) asleep in the sun in the rocker on the porch. she's the dearest cat we've ever had, and she's an old girl now. and the japanese chyrsanthemums coming into bloom in the front gardens.  the indian summer warmth and gentleness of these october days. R is coming with melissa on the weekend.  we'll go to the beach, breathe in the negative ions, scream at the waves. it's late enough in the season now that we can take honey (our dog) to the beach with us. maybe see the dolphins, if they haven't left yet for the south.  rain is in the forecast, but they never really know.  maybe we could get in a little kayaking somewhere with them.  eff them all, george, arnold, condi, donald, john, paul  (no no, not ringo, he's not in this group).  i'm paying attention to some better life forms for the next few days.  animals, flowers, children, shorebirds.  i've got to get myself back to the gaaaaarrrden.