Sweet

Sweets!

Sweets!

Sweeeeets!

And today I worked, a bit, on my latest.

She's got weird proportions at the moment. I'm hoping to fix that in editing.

That Study Thing

On Thursday night, I stupidly offered to study with someone in my pathophysiology class. She is an older student like me, but unlike me, she is failing. So we planned to meet at Starbucks on Saturday morning at 9:00 a.m. Great. Saturday comes and I'm sitting in Starbucks at 10 'til 9:00. At 9:00, I'm still sitting there by myself. 9:10 by myself...9:20 by myself...9:30, she shows up.

After an hour or so of listening to her complain about the class, how much work it is, how hard it is to follow the lectures, and so on, we got some studying done. Kind of. Here's an example of how it went: We were discussing the oxygen-hemoglobin dissociation curve, a graphic depiction of hemoglobin's affinity for oxygen and the factors that cause that affinity to increase or decrease (which in turn causes shifts in the curve). After about twenty minutes of going over all this, she suddenly asks, "What does 'affinity' mean?"

At 12:00, we broke off studying and she asked me if I could meet again this morning--Sunday--at 9:00. Against my better judgment, I agreed.

At 9:00, I was sitting alone in Starbucks. 9:10 alone...9:20 alone...9:30, I texted Dave to ask him if he wanted me to bring him a coffee because I was coming home. She never showed up or texted or called or anything.

So that was my last time studying with anyone in this class. I don't need it; I have the highest grade in the class at the moment.

Run Scared

There's more poetry.

Thanks 

By W. S. Merwin

Listen

with the night falling we are saying thank you

we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings

we are running out of the glass rooms

with our mouths full of food to look at the sky

and say thank you

we are standing by the water thanking it

standing by the windows looking out

in our directions

back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging

after funerals we are saying thank you

after the news of the dead

whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you

over telephones we are saying thank you

in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators

remembering wars and the police at the door

and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you

in the banks we are saying thank you

in the faces of the officials and the rich

and of all who will never change

we go on saying thank you thank you

with the animals dying around us

taking our feelings we are saying thank you

with the forests falling faster than the minutes

of our lives we are saying thank you

with the words going out like cells of a brain

with the cities growing over us

we are saying thank you faster and faster

with nobody listening we are saying thank you

thank you we are saying and waving

dark though it is