Molly asked me to summarize Mr. Popo in 6 words...I gave this a lot of thought this past week and I have realized that my emotions for him change little each day...I thought they would change, however. I thought that I would see him with new eyes each day and think of new words that come to my mind to describe him...but no, they don't change really, maybe a word or two, but the meaning is always the same. And it's funny...Because this is exactly how I feel about Molly. Every thought I have of her is always in the light of how much I love her. That intensity of love that I feel is all consuming and overwhelming and is so pervasive no matter if we have a bad day, I wouldn't "summarize" her differently on these days...Yet in a friend, at least a more distant friend I am just the opposite. My interpretation of them changes on a whim at times. Depending on how they treat me or what they say about a certain situation...Their summary is always changing. Yet...My dedicated love that resides in only a few people (and animals) is all the summary there is to speak of. It's like my imagination for summarizing one's life is either free as the wind or is softly bound by gooey warm chains that wrap around me and keep me from straying off into a world of judgments.
So, here goes: Mr. Popo; My moon, leashed. Yet, always free.
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how did your twin cities teaching fellows interview go?
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