10/21: four good things before 9 a.m.

Reading Clark's journal entry for this day in 1804.

Seeing a string of 40 antique cars on the road to work.

Pausing to take pictures at the foggy lake.


Smelling the camellias as I walked onto campus.

10/20: late can be okay

When my alarm rang this morning, I accidentally turned it off rather than set it to ring again in 10 minutes.  So I ended up sleeping an hour and 15 minutes longer than I had planned.  It seemed a not-so-good way to return to work after fall break--but it turned out to be fine.

10/19: three in a row

Kayaking is hard to make time for during the school year, but I managed to get out on the lake Friday and Saturday after dinner and today after breakfast.  That will have to hold me in good stead for awhile.  It was especially nice to be on the water this morning--almost no one else around (I saw two boats but they weren't close), amazing skies, and different light on the water.  A cloud photo from my outing:

10/17 & 10/18: work & pauses

Bookbinding as Friday's task & grant proposal reading as Saturday's.  Both substantial projects, but happily punctuated by phone calls from Chris & Katy, as well as cloud-watching, aster-patch-watching, and kayaking.  And in the process many, many pictures taken!

Here are just two:  



How lucky that fall break fell at the height of the asters' activity so I would be at home and able to observe.

10/16: at home

I spent much of academic year 2013-2014 at home because I was on sabbatical.  The cats and I worked out a good rhythm together.  By contrast, since school started in August, I feel like I've been using the house as a pit stop.  Today and tomorrow are "fall break," and the breather is giving me a chance to enjoy being at home.  Today I slept in, read Artforum, did some much-needed housekeeping, paid bills, wrote notes to friends, hung out with the cats, ate vegetarian orange "chicken," and kept going outside to look at the many winged visitors to the aster patch.  It might seem odd to have black and white pictures of butterflies, but the black and white made me focus on the patterning rather than the color.

10/15: so big

I noticed a good number of butterflies while walking on campus and then while driving home.  But the best was yet to come:  as I was eating my dinner and looking out through our long windows the biggest butterfly I have ever seen flew toward the windows and up, the light making its wings look like stained glass.  I know I saw it, but even now I can't quite believe it was real--it was that big.

10/14: geese

...flying so low over our house that we could hear their wings flapping.

10/13: little talk

The director of this semester's play at school invited me to come and talk to the cast.  The play is Timberlake Wertenbaker's Love of the Nightingale, which is based on the myth of Procne and Philomela, a powerful tale in Ovid's Metamorophoses.  I loved the chance to share some of my thoughts and to see the students so intent about the production they're working on.