Musings, Nits, and Praises

Yes, faithful readers--the two or three of you who still remain--I am, in fact, still alive. As is usually the case come springtime, I've been busy at work trying to squeeze all I can into the last few weeks of the school year. I've also been exploring some non-teaching careers. I'll expand on why I'm looking for a new career in other entry, but for now, suffice it to say I'm not having much luck. My most promising option, the Memphis Convention and Visitors Bureau, is leaning towards not filling any of their open positions this year due to budget cutbacks. They'll decide for certain one way or another by the end of May. I also applied for the communications specialist position at the Memphis Zoo a few weeks ago, but I've yet to hear anything back from them. Next week I'll be meeting with a small marketing business in Bartlett, but I don't know if they have any immediate openings. Frankly, I'll be disappointed if nothing pans out, but one could do worse than be a teacher of English.

In honor of the glorious spring weather that's finally arriving here in Memphis, here's one of my favorite poems by e.e. cummings:

Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and

changing everything carefully

spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and from moving New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and

without breaking anything.