solsticecake.jpg Originally uploaded by mryonker. My dad sent me this pic of the cake he and mom made for their solstice celebration yesterday. I love my earth-celebrating, crunchy granola family!
I’m turning grades in this afternoon. Tonight I’ll clean the house and pack. Tomorrow we leave for our annual winter migration. I find great reassurance in what will be the growing daylight hours after today.
A friend commented yesterday that my currently blemish-covered face indicates that I’m extraordinarily stressed out. I replied, “No, no, I’m not stressed really about anything right now. Everything is going well.” And then I have this David Lynch-style dream. It begins with B and the kids driving me to school in an old Suburban pulling… Continue reading the epitome of anxiety dreams
Last year’s last chance rundown, penned by Deb, can be read here. The Last Chance Run is an 8ish-mile trail run in Highland Forest. Last year, Deb and I managed to get lost but still have a somewhat cold, fun for the most part, run. This year was a marked improvement to last year in… Continue reading one more last chance
After a morning of wrestling with movable type, I got a decent, new look out of those darned templates. But believe me, MT can deliver a substantial pile driver to an unsuspecting adversary (me). Clearly, I don’t mess with stuff enough to remember what goes where, and for about an hour things were getting pretty… Continue reading new look for the new year
I’ve posted before how I eat obsessively. I eat particular foods over, and over, and over until I’m sick of them and never want to eat them again. This is a tactic I learned from a book I read when I was in high school. I don’t recall the title and the author, but it… Continue reading what’s on my plate
I cannot reduce things to one word! Ever! via Doracasina, who couldn’t keep it to one word, either. 🙂 1. Yourself: worrying(, working) 2. Your spouse: studying(, working, studying) 3. Your hair: long (but newly trimmed [by tyra!]) 4. Your mother: spinner(, shepherd) 5. Your father: paying half for us to fly to Iowa this… Continue reading my students would protest: word economy!