Spring Training

[COBLENTZ@DT3.DT.UH.EDU]

I love this game!

I just wrote a very tedious plan about training and follow up staff meetings
for the spring.  My head was aching;  I was cursing sub vocce, and feeling
generally alienated from my job because I was painting myself as
an obsessive, anal retentive director despite my loosey-goosey self concept.

I was discouraged.  I was telling myself that it doesn't matter how
one thinks of one's self.  The only thing that matters is how one behaves.
I spend most of my time behaving badly, I told myself (btw, this is the week
anniversary of Halloween, when I stopped smoking! I'm not usually so hard on 
myself.)

Then I saved my file on my snazzy new powerpc Mac.  I called it Spring
Training.  

Hey!  Suddenly it's a lazy day in Florida and the Astros are coming back to
Houston with the ole Rangler at the helm!  Democracy in action!  The 
pastoral tradition strikes again!

As long as I can count on spring training, I can go on!  

It's clearly the evocative power of language (not necessary the Platonic ideal
of baseball) that has revived me once again. Who could give up seeing it at 
work in another generation of writers?  Who could give up tutoring in a 
Writng CeNter (the sacred temple of baseball)?

Linda Coblentz
UH-Downtown
coblentz@dt.uh.edu

Martha Dale Cooley,

I mailed a disk and other junk for the third time yesterday.  Let me know on
Tuesday if you have received it yet.  I may have to learn how to cope with
real data transfers.  I hope not.