On Saturday mornings after the business of getting my children and husband out the door for their very many events, I love to gather the ever-growing pile of mail from the week, including the latest copy of the Pleasanton Weekly, and sit in my favorite chair in my back yard with a cup of tea and read. The weather of late has made this experience of particular enjoyment. For some time now, however, during my quiet stolen moments I have had a minor irritation everytime I read our Poet Laureate's offerings, and I always seem to have the same reaction: I'm puzzled.
I do not consider myself an overly refined person of taste, but having an advanced degree I would hope I would have some fundemental understanding. Instead, I honestly have no idea what the heck she is writing about! I feel like I hit a pothole while out riding a bike on a gorgeous day.
I saw in this last week's issue that we are looking for a new person for the job. Sadly, I gave a sigh of relief. Looking for someone to lighten the mood and observe the wonderful attributes of our fair city is hopefully on the way!
I'd love to see some postings of suggestions the job search committee could use when interviewing candidates for the position, so at the very least we could actually enjoy reading and not feel we are the only one in Pleasanton not getting the joke.