Last week I wrote a crossed letter, and that was a good thing. Today I received one, and that is also good! I enjoyed the intentness of the experience of both writing and reading that way.
...to my campus-wide call for paper printed on one side only for an upcycled/recycled notebook project.
I found out last night that a dear, grand lady had passed away--she had been a kind of fairy-godmother to us children in the neighborhood as we were growing up, and I am so grateful that I got to experience some of her specific magic. I am also grateful to my childhood neighborhood friends--one of them wasn't sure I would have heard the sad news so contacted me yesterday to let me know, and another one of them wrote a perfect tribute paragraph on Facebook today, saying so well what more of us were thinking.
By late morning a migraine had descended on my day, but before that I enjoyed drinking my coffee while reading a chapter in a biography of Emily Dickinson. The chapter focused on how aspects of her schooling (in terms of both specific content and general disposition) are apparent in her poems.
Chris and I played a Roman version of backgammon this evening.
I realized a student had a very full (indeed, too full) plate of things to do this semester, so I suggested that he think about not doing the project with me that we had been planning. He thought about it and decided not to do the project. I'm bummed because it means I don't get to do the project, either, but I honestly don't think it would have worked given his schedule--and it saves us both time and frustration to realize that now.