It's Slattern Day in the blog, and here are a few things I won't be doing to celebrate:
It's not that these chores don't need to be done. It's that I will be attending the junior high volleyball regionals to support the hubby coach and the area girls I've been watching all season.
I don't think anyone who knows me would call me a slattern, in either sense of the word. (Alas, one sense is "slut.") Perhaps, yes, some would call me slovenly or untidy in appearance, due to my layered lackadaisical fashion sense and hair in a perpetual scrunchee.
Once, for about 4 years, I wore the same golden suede boots everywhere. They were comfortable, OK?
Those of you who have read the Bridget Jones books will recall that Helen Fielding uses "sluttish" to mean careless washing up (see the Wikipedia article!). But when I do wash up (the dishes), I am careful, and when I do do the laundry, I fold it straight out of the dryer so it won't just lie there and wrinkle. (I just wanted to say "do do.") Anyhoo...
Saturday was named, not for slatterns, but for Saturn, pictured in a somewhat slatternly stance above.
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I worked as an actor and director in Chicago, wrote for an encyclopedia, edited two poetry journals, shelved and retrieved materials in several libraries, walked beans, and was an assistant professor of English. Now I serve as Poetry Editor and Editor at Large for Escape Into Life, an online arts magazine, write & edit as a freelancer, blog "eight days a week," study the random, tend perennials, and listen to birdsong.