1. Riding the bus to work is working for me. This morning I read poems from Tony Hoagland's sardonic collection, What Narcissism Means to Me (see excerpts here).
2. Teaching in my retirement: I feel more reckless, less restrained -- I delivered my liberal arts sermon on the mount. I could have told my students that they shall love self-examination and pursuing the well-lived with all their hearts and souls and their minds and they should love their studies as they love themselves, but I didn't go quite that far. I did, however, invite them to find love in their studies, to be moved to learn by love...to give it a go.
For today, I retired my Federer teaching style and went into Nadal mode.
3. After a couple of glasses of Tracktown Honey Orange Wheat Ale and an order of fries, I was settling my bill when the bartender invited me to have a good afternoon. I was going to meet the Deke at Sixteen Tons and told the bartender that I was "going to walk the mean streets of Eugene in search of my wife." My search succeeded.