Warning, this may be one of those “Ends and Odds” posts of mine which are all over the map. Sort of just taking a fatherly, intellectual, spiritual, poetic dump. Um, yeah. I would bet that somewhere there is a blogging tutorial which instructs writers to never begin a post with a warning and apology, and especially a reference to taking a dump. So. Now that I’ve broken all the rules, let’s move this battered train along.
It’s been a busy week, between the every day stuff at work, getting prepared for Thursday which has now become a full day with a double reading and a special guest (details to come), writing new works for Poetry Under the Paintings, and editing and submitting my best to journals. Ah, yes, and somewhere in there was taking care of myself, starting my workout again, and making sure I had Brian time and Kid time. So far so good, but still so much to do in three days!
So I got back just a couple of hours ago from a lovely full day of visiting my three favorite sons. Who but my boys would get their kicks out of administering a seventy question Myers/Briggs personality profile and then analyzing and comparing our results (they all already took the tests earlier)? Of course then everyone had to get out laptops and see which famous real and fictional characters with whom they shared personality types. I had taken the Meyers/ Briggs so many years ago, but honestly couldn’t remember the results. It was like a return to a couple of years back when all four of us sat on my dining room floor, each with his laptop taking the Eniagram personality test (only the sampler, not the full ten dollar exam). I cannot find an online copy of the 70 question M/B test I took today, but it was out of a book that my youngest bought at a yard sale. I’ll save our types and the discussion about them for another post. I know, I’m such a tease, right?
Before that wonderful visit and dinner, I had (surprise!) actually gotten up and gone to church this morning. First for the service of poetry and music at the Priestly Chapel, and then at 10:30 to the Unitarian Universalist congregation her in Northumberland, and there were no lightning bolts to be seen, probably because this is a church where they really don’t care what I believe about god so much as whether or not I believe in things like peace, goodness, kindness and actually working to make the world a better place. I can get behind an organization like that, at least in part because it bares no resemblance to the ridiculous hell-fire and brimstone atmosphere in which I grew up. They are perfectly happy for me to be a humanist in their midst. I’m not sure if I will be a member. Maybe. If you want to read more about my thoughts on that, you can go back a few posts to my Pale Blue Dot entry.
Now before I tell you (tomorrow) more of the details about this coming Thursday, to which I alluded at the beginning of this post, let me tell you about this past Thursday at Faustina’s Gallery in Lewisburg where we once again had Poetry Under the Paintings (PUP). It will be moving to the second Thursday of the month starting in November, by the way, in order to avoid conflict with a lot of other first-week events in the area, including The River Poets of nearby Bloomsburg, one of which, Richard Brooks, read this morning at the chapel. I really enjoyed his work too. You cannot go wrong with a good poet, and birder.
As for PUP, well, I have some good video, but it might take until later this week to get more of it up. Here’s a teaser. The introduction to the evening, complete with my dear friend, Ann and my beautiful and talented partner, Brian.
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