A breath of fresh rain

The semester, at long last, is finally concluded, and with it, much of my stress. Even the incessant rain and gray skies aren't going to get my kite string in a knot. No, instead, I relish in the freedom of mind, body and spirit that comes with that glorious period between end of Spring semester and beginning of Summer Session. Next week, I will be visiting The Land Where I Was Birthed and celebrating my great-nephew Aidan's first birthday with my family.

Over the summer, I have plans, many plans, which include, but are not limited to:

• Teaching for Cornell's summer college
  
• Working on the Space: 1999 novel (thanks to Bill, my editor at Powys Media, for being so patient)
• Polishing two scripts with my writing group
• Getting a rough cut done of my doc on life as an EFL teacher in Korea
• Working on the Rod Serling Conference for Ithaca College
• Volunteering with The Ithaca League of Women Rollers as their Penalty Box Manager
• Lookin' for a jrrb
  

I have a clip coming out later this month from Cornell's College of Architecture, Art and Planning, so when that is up I will post a link.

I realize this post is very self-oriented, and that I haven't written anything of much substance in quite awhile here. Add to the list above: "updating my blog." No, really. I promise.

P.S. Update on the chipmunk situation: the little dude was never found, and Spaz the cat lost interest in the kitchen a week later. I can only surmise that either the chipmunk escaped somehow, or there is a little cadaver somewhere in the dim recesses of the baseboard area behind a cupboard or the fridge. R.I.P.

P.P.S. Happy birthday Bry, where ever you are.