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Winter Games and Wheat Gluten
We've had very little snow lately, but that hasn't stopped me from fostering an interest in snowboarding. I bought my first board and boots on Saturday and am very much looking forward to using them. It seems exceedingly less hazardous than my last sport. No matter what happens or how many times I fall on my butt or faceplant or panic I can still ( Read more... ) -
Pieces
I've sung during commutes since I've been driving myself places. The songs became less and less about musicality as time went on and more about longer songs to fill the time. One day in the week preceding Thanksgiving I tried to jauntily climb the solfège (do-mi-re-fa-mi-sol...) and I cracked on ti. This led to a search for what exactly these notes ( Read more... ) -
Freedom
It's over! I will miss the money, but I've missed my sanity more. As the weeks went by, I became more and more apathetic, to the point where in the final week lunch-packing was a frantic affair involving couscous and a can of beans every morning. Unsure where to go from here and I won't have definite questions, let alone answers, for the remainder ( Read more... ) -
Chicago
I'm exaggerating, but the weekend seemed to consist of ( Read more... ) -
Falafel. Ooh-Rah.
After my second 50-hour work week, I'm finding it really hard to much stay inspired in the kitchen, let alone go to the grocery store. Which, considering how much I love to cook, is rather indicative of something. I know today I must snap out of it and become a warrior, who dons her apron as a water lily-patterned cuirass. Monday is my ordeal ( ( Read more... ) -
In Which Thanksgiving squashes Halloween, at least in thought
It's hard to believe it's Halloween already! I haven't even gone through my first gallon of apple cider yet. Even during the few bouts of rain, it has been golden due in no small part to the maples finally deciding to slough leaves all over. The sky is a delicate blue-grey, it'll be dark in under 30 minutes. Finally, the magic of the day comes ( Read more... ) -
In Which I write a Novella about a Weekend of Dives
I've been away and busy. Apologies. So many stories to tell, but I'll start with the one about diving. A month ago Ryan and I had our certification dives at Gilboa Quarry. 8 and 9 August (a Saturday and a Sunday), to be precise ( Read more... ) -
Brief Update.
The wifi at the house isn't working, which partially accounts for the lack of updates. Ryan is Up North somewhere for the weekend. This sounds so careless, but the family in general has three vacation homes up there somewhere between Mt. P. and Big Rapids (one--the Cabin--is Ryan's paternal grandfather's, the second--the Cottage--belonged to his ( Read more... ) -
Well, I'm back
We're moved in for the most part. The netbook has been operational for nearly a week (new drive installed and the issue with "sleeping" it has been resolved). I'm recovering from a vexing cold and finally got around to making my first pot of tea here (now it's really home). After some initial (and vague) weirdness with the housemates, things are ( Read more... ) -
An Artificial Night
Away from light steals home my heavy son
And private in his chamber pens himself,
Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight
And makes himself an artificial nightFor me the phrase "artificial night" takes on another meaning. We will be moving at the end of the week. He told his parents some time ago, whereas I have not yet said anything ( Read more... )