What does Thursday mean to you? And I may have a draft...




How 'bout that? It's Thursday again. Trash-day-eve. Day to do banking, to pay bills, to gather trash to put out on the curb. Quite a different take on Thursday from that of college-aged/ younger folks, I suppose. Thirsty Thursday, indeed. Or for others on social media: Throwback Thursday. I don't participate in either of those. 

So, it's the next-to-last day of a work week. 

The temps are better-ish: woke up to 20 degrees. Yesterday did warm up to mid-40s, and the forecast for our area is warmer, and staying warmer, for a stretch of days. This is a good thing. I hate being cold. The seductiveness of spring sunshine undercut by chill. There's a metaphor in there somewhere. 

I want to stay home and write. 

I can't stay home and write.

I will be going to work to prod young people to write. 

Thursday, writing, and I'm not the one who is. 

But I have a draft idea, a little blurt or two, that came from a nice workshop I attended online last night. It was mentored by a friend of mine (Sarah Audsley, and yes, she is great). I have some hope that the scribbles might be something. I just need a little time to puzzle out the connections between memory, history, and my page. Maybe Saturday. After groceries and so on. 

Have a good day. I hope you are doing something wonderful. Hold your loved ones close. The sabre-rattling has never stopped in the news. My heart needs a cease-fire.

C

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