Vic

It's Sunday during the worst heat wave I've ever experienced in the Bay Area and I'm thankful that I bought this small Polar-Aire brand table fan. I washed it in the office sink earlier today because it had a wafer of dust on the inside of the wire cage that separates the fan from my uncoordinated fingers. I'm thankful for safety features.

I'm thankful to have finally signed up for American Literature: the college class after ten years of taking community college classes. I'm thankful to have taken many and any literature classes that I could fit into my night- and online-only schedule. I'm thankful for some of the highlights of my literature class career, including reading passages from Frankenstein aloud while the class prepared cheeseburgers, discussing "The Spiral" and getting high in a small Honda with a Russian gymnast, and choking back unrelated (or too related?) tears of heartbreak in the middle of  a discussion about "Tumbling." I'm thankful that I'll remember reading about History of Survivance as part of this American lit class during a heat wave the week before I went to Europe for the first time.

What animal do you reckon stood on the ground beneath you some 29,000 years ago? I'm thankful to wonder about that. I'm thankful for the Pleistocene in particular because it makes me feel sad. I'm thankful to mindful geologists and the stories they find embedded in the ground below us.

I'm thankful for this fruit I bought on the way into the office and the long journey it took to arrive here.

I'm always thankful for plums and pluots.

- Vic (9/3/17).