The three best things people said to me during my tenure (I love to say tenure for the obvious reason that I will never have another) are this:
1. "I am so proud of you. Don't lose a bit of it." My grand daughter Kaylee at age four the night I passed the pencil and took my oath of office on the Santa Fe Plaza. I swear she was channeling my mother or at very least my Aunt Chutey or Pearl.
2. "You still have that new poet laureate smell." SWAI jeweler Kenneth Johnson
3. "Didn't you used to be somebody?" Carolyn Riman, after the final jot had been jotted, on Lincoln Avenue.
I had a very nice evening Wednesday, revisiting my post, and everybody seemed happy with Odes & Offerings, the book Sunstone Press published of my final project of visual art inspired by 36 poems by 36 poets. People were so sweet. I forgot that people were so much sweeter than my obsessing and Woody Allenesque mind. Besides my black belt in worry, I am skilled in worse case scenario. Open the doors and see all the people.
I think most of them came for the door prizes which were five poem holders and a few little books. We had a distinguished visit by street poet Chuck Calabreze and later a cameo appearance by Jon Davis, current Santa Fe P.L. My grand daughter was there hooting a bit and it was her first reading at age one year and I think, by her clapping and hollering, that it was a hit. The sushi afterwards wasn't bad either.
Now I am back home and trying to do less sewing and viewing and more writing, or moving poems around on the computer since there are so many wastrel poems in here. I send post-Good Friday love to you all. Thanks if you came to hear me read, and thanks if you are reading this, and just plain old thanks.
I am busy teaching little Kaleia one year old things like "Block," "bird," and "what does the owl say?"