Fishing

Great BLue Heron  *****  Northport Harbor, Prince Edward Island

Prince Edward Island is a low key kind of place.  In fact, it might just define "low key."  Life on the Island, for both people and birds, is nothing remotely like life here.

I've just finished a week of teacher events and preparations for school, which begins on Monday, and the intensity of our meetings has left no doubt that summer is behind us.  I'm not sure why this year feels so much more frenetic and demanding than the last few but, fow whatever reason, the administration and department chairs seem positively driven.

As I write this, the rest of my family is headed straight for the hurricane, which itself seems to be headed straight for New Orleans, where Tulane University is supposedly hosting freshman orientation for the next few days.  I suppose that if the university decides to evacuate itself, my daughter will experience an orientation to remember forever. 

So I'm kind of tense and kind of lonely.  Last night I dealt with myself by scrubbing down the bathroom at 11:00 p.m.  And I continue to be so lucky -- I have a whirlwind of papers tumbling off the dining room table to deal with, so I can stay busy well past midnight if I so choose.

Of course, I can always hone my procrastination skills by catching up on journals.