rabbit

It's already the first of September. In another life, when I lived with Molly in Holyoke, she would, on the first of every month wake up and yell 'Rabbit!" I nearly always forget to keep this tradition alive. Who remembers the first of the month, bleary-eyed and waking up to Nelly on the radio under the drone of the fan?
This is the first September that I can recall nothing changing in my life. I am not moving, not beginning to take new classes, not seeking a new job. I will keep my job, with new students to be sure, but mostly the same curriculum. I have no plans to move. There is a steadyness about this new California life that is unknown but pleasing.