Well, that Gift Got ReGifted Rather Quickly. Probably Because I Can, Can. Who Knows? But I Get it Abu. I Get It.

A package arrived on Saturday with The Sisters Mary trucker's hat from Honolulu. It is the company of my student - a project she and her sisters do, where they make cool items and sell them at craft fairs. They went into the trucker cap business this summer and she made me one with three items: Spam, a ukulele, and one of the Hawaiian treats she used to make: If can, can. If no can, no can. Apparently it's islander slang for do what you are able to and don't sweat the rest.

Well, that was swiped fast. It is now in Syracuse, as Abu returned with it on his head after we took Karal for a walk yesterday. It's all good. He has a better noggin for it, and I'll will find a way to get another one (pain in the ass for Nohea, but I shall try). 

Monday brought meetings and meetings stole precious time needed to get all the other work done. I cringe when I look at the calendar, praying for the weekends when there is actually space to get work done. Many of us are feeling it. As Universities move towards a corporate, top down model, they hire fewer people to accomplish what needs to get done and pile on the work of all the people they don't replace. I think hospitals do this, too. Eventually they break, but there's usually someone lined up to take the place of anyone tired of the game. Well, that's how I think it goes, anyways.

I'm doing a stint of Chris Crutcher tonight, loving to teach the wonderful ways his mind works and how important he is to the YA genre. That always makes me happy. His books made my job even better. His wisdom simply made me a better man. 

Okay...time to make the donuts. I can, so I can. I do, because that's what I do.