Juiced.

12 quarts of grape juice bottled and stored. Next up: apples.

From the Department of Shortsighted Civic Zoning

Just got back from Neruda-town, where on the main thoroughfare there is a crematorium next door to the Holocaust Museum.

My last month.

Grade, grade, race to keep up with reading for my classes, grade, homework with kids, grade, sneak time to write, grade, five days with Neruda here, catch up in both grading and reading after that pleasant but ill-timed lull, grade, get neutered, grade, cook some amazing soups, grade, finish conclusion, send manuscript off to cool editor at Big UP, grade, skydive.






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* I don't mean to be crass or glib or TMI re: the "get neutered" thing; I had this procedure done, relatively recent in development, technically called "permanent transcervical sterilization." So noninvasive, such quick recovery (which is to say, immediate), and so freaking humane. I think its development constitutes a real and qualitative advance in women's reproductive health, and I'm really, really impressed. I have this impulse to let all the women know about it, because I wouldn't have known it existed if I didn't go digging for options.