Carter and Clinton are my two little kittens. They came to me through a great stroke of luck.
I teach a small group of students once a month at my home. They are the reason I am writing Penguins Express blog. “Rhoda!” they cry. “We SO appreciate your teaching and your lessons, but why don’t you share them with more people?” Eventually, I accepted that they were right. I have so much to say on literature and love. It just isn’t fair to burden a few graduate students with the sum total weight of a lifetime of impressions.
I think it would be an interesting experiment to use this page as a classroom, or forum. I will post assignments, both reading and writing.
How this can work:
1) Read the recommended text.
2) Let me know in the comments that you would like to submit an essay or response.
Then you can email or fax me your writing, since some people might not be so good at typing as I am! (Wink wink.) Well, one of these students, lets call her “Alice,” mentioned that she had two little kittens staying at her home.
“I love them!” she cried, “But my husband is allergic!”
When I heard this, I knew it was fate. My late husband was allergic to cats, as well. I always wanted one, ever since I was a little girl, but out of respect for Penguin’s nasal passage (Penguin is what I call my beloved), I gave up that dream. Since I’ve been mourning him far longer than a year, I decided it would do him no dishonor to bring the little orphan cats into our home. I promised Alice she could come and pet them whenever she wants, for which she smiled a great big, happy smile.
That was several months ago. The boys are now well established in the daily life of my home, and I couldn’t be happier. Unless, of course, Penguin was still alive. I know he moved on when he meant to, but it is hard to miss him.
More in the next post. Happy Friday, all you lovers out there. Happy Friday, all you cats.