Occupational update

1. Desk/couch/kitchen table: reading Wordsworth's Prelude and Murdoch's Black Prince; finishing my review of Carruth's 2006 new and selected poems for the Beloit Poetry Journal and beginning a magazine piece about the South Solon meeting house, which is a strange little combination of New England Puritan architecture and 1950s modern-art frescoes located not far from my own nowhere.

2. Garden: planting cabbage, dealing with an annoying hose problem, digging sod out of flowerbeds, pruning raspberries, cleaning the chicken house, mowing grass, etc.

3. House: baking bread, removing dog noseprints from windows, removing boy noseprints from windows, etc.

4. Car: driving to Skowhegan to buy grain and groceries, listening to loud music of one sort or another, observing the progression of lilac bloom within this brief 20-mile span, wishing someone else would drive to Skowhegan to buy grain and groceries.

One fact about being underemployed is that there is never enough time to do all the things that a person without a job should have time to do. I can't decide whether to feel happy or sad about this.