Today would have been my last shift as plover warden this summer, but I got a call this morning that the whole beach is open now and there is no need for me to report for duty. The chicks are fattened and ready to fly. Time for the plovers to migrate and the humans to cool off on the beach. I like knowing that somehow I helped keep the piping plovers on the planet for another generation. "Bless bless, little plover chicks."

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On the "real work" front, yet another headhunter called today. He's looking for a VP of Operations for a small Cambridge company. The universe is sending me all these opportunities to go back to the real world and I'm pretending I don't even hear them. Is it safe to ignore these opportunities? Will I be sorry later? When/if I'm ready for the "real world" will the "real world" be ready for me?

Meanwhile, I told Tom I'd come to his poetry reading tonight at the library instead of going to my WA meeting. Poetry nourishes my soul in a way that even meetings don't.

There's some chance the new fridge will come tomorrow, but I haven't heard from Lechmere yet today so who knows...

© Janet Egan 1996