Friday, January 7, 2011

First things first--Anyone who has read this poem will understand how exciting my news is: last night, the Harmony boys' basketball team beat the Athens's boys' basketball team in a nail-biter of an away game. As one of our 6th-graders said when he walked out into a lobby full of triumphant mothers waiting to drive their kids home, "This is like walking into a Hall of Fame!"

Second things second--Recently my sister and I learned that we both have oddly shaped optic nerves, which can be a sign of incipient glaucoma. And since glaucoma runs in families and our great-grandfather went blind from it, we have both been undergoing a battery of eye tests. Yesterday I finished my tests and was told so far, so good: in other words, no need to worry about turning into Milton yet. I'm sure all my amanuensi will be relieved to hear about this diagnosis.

And now, back to the books. . . .

2 comments:

jen revved said...

and just how many amanuensi do you have? Glad to hear your eyes are o.k. and many thanks for commenting on my poem, Dawn. xxj

Dawn Potter said...

Well, actually no amanuensi at the moment; following in the Miltonic tradition, I would be obliged to co-opt unwilling housebound offspring into the task and thus ruin our relationship for all eternity . . . so it's good to know we haven't yet reached that stage. Regarding your poem, I think it's very interesting and ambitious, and I love the way you're working to weave the mundane into the celestial.