...the dogwoods in our woods. Only one of them was flowering and not robustly at that--concerning, but still a good sight. And on the way we came across some narcissus flowers that Chris had planted as a surprise. They had grown such tall stems among the trees, and their white heads seemed so brave.
3/30: making
...food in the kitchen with Chris: vegetarian cream chipped "beef" for dinner, and stollen for Easter tomorrow.
3/29: changing plans
...and deciding to do an easier lesson in Latin today. I think the students and I needed a breather.
3/28: a flower
...that a student picked and put on my desk so that it would be waiting for me when I came into class.
3/27: seeing
...Tilde the Cat curling up alongside Emma the Cat to enjoy his closeness and his licks.
3/26: a back-up
...on my office Keurig machine to catch coffee that misses or overflows the cup. This morning I forgot to put the mug on the machine at all before turning it on and leaving it to do its thing! It would have been quite a mess if it had all gone onto the rug, and I was relieved that I didn't have to troubleshoot that during my long day.
3/25: getting the chance
...(unexpectedly) to read The Skull Jon Klassen to a friend and colleague and then getting to enthuse with her about it afterward.
3/23: coffee
...with someone I met online during the pandemic, and feeling lucky that our paths have crossed, first digitally and now in person.
3/22: watering
...the plants in Chris' grow-tent and hoop-house. Stepping inside either one, you can feel the green in the air.
3/21: cleaning out
...the water basin for the birds then enjoying the sound and sight when I pour fresh water in.
3/20: the tulips
...planted by Chris! Each single bloom with so many colors mixed together: pinks, white, purples, red.
3/16: close up and from above
On my morning walk I got to see spiderwebs covered dew. On an afternoon flight with Chris piloting I got to photograph the farm fields just north of our house, something I hadn't done for over 4 years.
3/15: comfort
...on an afternoon walk from Stephen Briggs' reading of Terry Pratchett's Nation. Also from rainwater lingering since last night on the road, running alongside it, and reflecting light. And in the evening, from quiet and conversation with Chris as we sat by a fire in our yard.
3/14: good timing
...for the Homeric Hymns in the myth class. We've been in the difficult stretch before spring break, so the hymns have been a relief. There are a lot of interesting ideas to discuss without the reading being too difficult or taxing. Today was our last hymn, the Homeric Hymn to Hermes. I tried a different way of setting up the conversation, and I think it worked well. If someone had been observing today, they wouldn't have thought the students were as worn out as they are.
3/13: trying out
...a new format for my part of the written exam for senior Classics majors. I think it was easier for them to study for it, and it'll be easier for me to grade.
3/12: good attendance
...and discussion in Classical Myth, even though everyone is tired as spring break nears.
3/11: using
...the small personal printer that I keep at school as a back-up. This morning I couldn't connect to the school's printers, so having an off-network printer provided a safety net and enabled me to print worksheets for my Latin class.
3/10: seeing
...an eagle while walking this morning. I hadn't seen one flying near our house in some time, so it was an especially welcome sight. Also especially welcome (though engaging a different sense): a return to listening to Stephen Briggs reading Terry Pratchett, this time Nation.
3/9: visiting
...the yellow trout lilies on the Cove Creek trail with Chris and then virtually visiting with my mother and hometown friends for a game night.
3/4: managing
...to go grocery shopping after office hours and before dinner. Chris has been doing most of the grocering recently, even though it's generally been one of my chores, so I was glad to be able to do it today.
3/2: taking
...a short walk. I didn't feel up to my usual 1-hour weekend walk, but I'm glad I got myself outside, in the fresh air, to do half that, and I started listening to A Rage in Harlem by Chester Himes for company.
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