Yesterday, I had my final reading for my MFA. I read an excerpt from the first chapter of a novel I'm working on. It went well.
Savannah was there, along with a couple of good friends. I taught my class on Wednesday, and that also went well -- though I fell about ten minutes short of material. Thank God I had a talkative, question-askin' bunch of folks. I'm hoping my evaluations are merciful. Today, I go back for a few final things, the closing conversation, and then....
My list of things to do from here on out are as follows:
1. Buy shoes for graduation ceremony
2. Go to Santa Barbara tonight and watch a good friend's band.
3. Get up tomorrow and get to hotel where ceremony is being held.
4. Walk across stage to receive diploma without tripping or falling off new shoes.
Then, I will be a bearer of a post-graduate degree.
And tonight, my daughter told me that, when people asked her how I was doing, she told them I was great, that I was getting my MFA, that I was training for a triathlon, and that... wait for it... she was very, very proud of me.
(sniff, sniff) I'm fine. Anybody got a tissue?
Fairly happy here.... Just sayin'....