1/16: dropping off
...the materials for the travelling exhibit that my pamphlets will be part of. Then Chris and I went out for lunch.
1/11: meeting up
...with a poem I remember from my childhood. Instead of getting a page-a-day art calendar, I bought myself A Poem for Every Day of the Year, and today's offering was a Robert Frost poem that I remember from a grade-school reader. I can even picture the illustration that was in the textbook: a crow in motion amid snow shaken from a tree.
And another good thing: Emma the Cat realizing--as soon as we walked in the door at lunchtime--that we had brought french fries home. He loves them, so I gave him a few, and it made me happy to see him so happy.
1/9: connecting
...a poem by George Herbert to Hesiod's Works and Days and Hawthorne's story of Pandora in his Wonder-Book.
1/8: making
...jelly donut cake with Chris and, while it was baking, writing a business-y email I had been putting off.
1/7: 2 things
From the morning: While eating breakfast, I watched a video of Mary Beard's lecture for the Friends of the Bodleian. A former student had sent me the link. It was about the representation of libraries as places of danger and mystery (in, for example, fiction).
From the evening: When I went to post this week's Heron Tree poem, the site wasn't accessible because the security certification installation process got stalled. Needless to say, that wasn't good. But after a freak-out / melt-down, I contacted the folks at DreamHost, and it got sorted out. The relative quickness of the sorting-out was good.
1/6: writing thank-you cards
...for holiday gifts. Since today is the Epiphany (the "end" of the Christmas season), it seemed a fitting way to mark the close.
1/5: oregano
...on the pizza at the new-to-us pizza place we tried at lunchtime! I love oregano on pizza because it's what I grew up with--it was pretty much standard on pizza in western Pennsylvania. But here in Arkansas oregano on pizza is rare, and a lot of places don't even have oregano on hand when I ask for it specially, so I've stopped hoping for it. Which made today's unasked-for oregano a happy surprise.
1/4: less busy
...at the grocery store this morning. I'm glad I decided not to go yesterday afternoon.
1/3: getting to it
I need to make copies of old pamphlets for an upcoming exhibit, and the prospect has been difficult for me to face. Not because making the pamphlets is hard, but because the exhibit context is so different from my usual m.o., and that's thrown me for more of a psychological loop than I anticipated. This evening I finally got started, and I'm hoping to finish tomorrow.
1/2: morning, afternoon, evening
Morning: talking with Chris about The Great Gatsby.
Afternoon: walking solo in the cool grey day.
Evening: collaging with Chris.
1/1: a walk
...in the woods at Woolly Hollow. We wanted to end at Gold Creek, but the creek-bed was dry. Still, the light and air were good, and other people were enjoying time outdoors too.
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