Once again, I am not at all blue on this Blue Monday in the blog, but the sky is, as the beautiful warm weather continues. Rain, we hear, tomorrow.
Today we (NCHS) play Bloomington and Hinsdale at a volleyball mini-tourney, and we (the parents) work concessions, the last of the parental obligation in that little booth. (Nachos, hot dogs, candy, water, pop.)
I'm gently melting down after playing Martha Rice in the annual Evergreen Cemetery walk, remembering her saying, "Bloomington was a nice place to live except for that namecalling. Copperhead! Secesh hole....Well, I guess 'blackhearted abolitionists' was namecalling, too." And her moment of shared/public regret.
I think Martha took to heart President Lincoln's second inaugural address, asking the country to come together after the war. To heal, not to keep punishing each other.
Ah, yes, the melancholy president. On a Blue Monday. And now I've got Elizabeth and the Catapult in my head, singing "Rainiest Day of Summer," and the lyric, "I'm feeling melancholy, melancholy."
But I'm not.
Except sort of, the maroon mums still just about to bloom.
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I worked as an actor, wrote for an encyclopedia, edited a literary magazine, and taught college English courses. Now I write poetry, blog "eight days a week," and listen to birdsong.