June 10, 2021

As I crashed on the sofa after rehearsal last night, I glanced over in time to see the great form of a bear walking between the streetlight and the window. They are cute and winning by day, but by night they are gliding, dark, mysterious. I locked the doors and turned on all the lights. 

Maybe my bad rehearsal filled my morning dreams with passages of classes gone wrong, students, talking back, off-subject, not having read the material. I don’t remember having such dreams when I was actually teaching.

Turns out that the bear ate the tops off my jack-in-the-pulpit. To do so he had to be standing on the front porch stairs. I don’t think it will prevent them from setting seed.