Now summer can finally begin.
Not much to report. Feeling a little run-down after teaching three weeks of summer school. As a result, I’ve been tackling shorter works. It’s always worth going back to the stories of Ray Bradbury, though I did come across a few that felt a little forced. And I’ve been dipping into Alice Munro short stories, which always seem bigger than the pages they span. Next up: The Worst Hard Time by Timothy Egan, about the Dust Bowl in America during the 30s. How’s this for perspective? He describes a single day, April 14, 1935. “The storm carried twice as much dirt as was dug out of the earth to create the Panama Canal. The canal took seven years to dig; the storm lasted a single afternoon.”
Now summer can finally begin.
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