1/31: reading
...The Book about Moomin, Mymble, and Little My out loud to Chris as just a little pleasure this morning.
1/29: dandelions
...on a card in the mail. It was an unexpected and very welcome note, and the fact that the card had dandelions on it put a smile on my face even before I read the message.
1/27: listening
...to 2 pieces by Pancrace Royer which were mentioned in a novel I was reading today: Le Vertigo and La Marche des Scythes.
Later in the evening I texted my brother about them, and he suggested that I compare La Marche des Scythes to Yngwie Malmsteen's (metal) guitar music, a connection I never would have made.
1/26: using
...brown jasmine rice (rather than white rice) for my lunchtime fried rice. I want to see if I can move toward having more whole grains.
1/25: birds
...eating sunflower seeds that Chris had scattered for them. And bluebirds drinking from the heated (hence not iced-over) birdbath.
1/23: seeing
...one of my advisees at her campus job today, and she was so happy to be there working that it made me happy too.
1/22: figuring out
...some logistics for a new ongoing assignment I'm trying with my Myth class this semester, an "illuminated reading diary."
1/19: articulating
...new policies for making up missed class meetings. I don't know how smoothly they'll work out, but I've thought about them a lot. Now it's time to put them into practice, so I added them to the syllabus information I'll distribute when I meet my classes for the first time tomorrow.
1/17: finding
...this (link) image of Cerberus and Psyche by Edmund Dulac as I was thinking about a possible multi-day class activity involving depictions of Cerberus.
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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