As I was waking this morning,
in that delicious region between sleep and not-sleep, I imagined I'd be able to get some work done at my desk today, once I got home from teaching my class at Lakeland College. Except I was vaguely uneasy about that notion. Didn't I have something I'm supposed to be doing?
Oh, yes! At 5:30 p.m. today Mary and I are to appear at the Governor's Mansion in Madison; we are invited to the Governor's reception for Wisconsin's new Poet Laureate, Denise Sweet. It may be a fancy dress reception, but we are going as poor church mouse poet folks, in clothes we have. I'll wear one of the sports coats I wore when I worked at Ripon Community Printers, casual slacks, one of my wolf ties. One of my rules in fancy dancing is that what you get is what you get, get over it.
Even so, I got my hair cut yesterday. I got my beard trimmed up. The shaggy bear looks a little more like the well-groomed mountain man. I don't do this for just anybody, you know, but for the Governor's reception of Wisconsin's Poet Laureate I will. I have. I could damn near pass for a Republican. Now that's a scary thought.
The three hours between the end of my class at 2:20 p.m. at Lakeland and the start of the reception at 5:30 p.m. in Madison is just enough time. I'll drive back to Fairwater, pick up Mary who is leaving work early for this adventure, and hurry on down to the Governor's Mansion. Time will be tight, but it's manageable.
I have already told the students in my class: "No snickering when I show up for class in coat and tie."
Tomorrow morning, or Friday, I will give you a report on the reception. Stay tuned.