You know those days that are just right? The ones where you wake up in the morning, having slept just enough, and you get up, and you do the things you need to do to get the day rolling, but no more. The ones where you take a walk, pick up a hot cocoa at Starbucks, stop in at the […]
Scarlet and Silver
Tonight was a party to kick off the season with Bing, Rosemary, Danny, and Vera Ellen – i.e. White Christmas. But, my favorite color of the season is the reds – from the deep rubies to the dark crimsons. So, here, shades of scarlet:
Not Quite Winter Yet
I sometimes have a hard time believing that winter will really come here, to Philadelphia. Already, the sticky heat of summer has pushed the memory of snow piles up to my elbows deep into the recesses of my mind – I have to force myself to realize that I made those snow piles less than a year ago. A reliable […]
December – and Photos
I haven’t done much photography of my own in the past couple of years. I sort of overdosed in AK, and then had to recover for a while. But this fall I’ve been taking more and more shots for work, and trying to get my artistic eye back in gear. When I saw this referenced on my friend’s blog, I […]
On a quiet road in Maryland
Written 28 November 2010 Dear Aimee – I went to your grave today. You weren’t there. I didn’t expect you to be; you left your earthsuit almost a year ago. I stood quietly for a moment. It was cold, but not nearly so cold as the day we buried you. February’s chill hasn’t yet come. Then I read a part […]
Lamentations
He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drunk with wormwood. He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in the dust.My soul has been rejected from peace; I have forgotten happiness.So I say, “My strength has perished, And so has my hope from the LORD.” Remember my affliction and my wandering, the wormwood […]
Spaghetti in the Pensieve
In one of the Harry Potter books, when Harry and Dumbledore are examining memories in the Pensieve, there’s one memory that Dumbledore has trouble getting out of its little bottle into the Pensieve. It clings to the glass, and stretches into strings as he forces it out…I think all memories are like that, in a way. They all cling, typically […]
School Spirit
Late in the fall of my senior year of high school, my friends discovered that I’d never been to a football game. They informed me that this situation had to be rectified before I graduated. I resisted them. I’d made it through nearly four seasons without attending a football game and had not yet felt the lack. Generally, I am […]
Whoever Plays the Yankees
I have an uncle who loves baseball. When I say that, I’m not sure you can quite understand me – unless you have one of those types in your own family. He LOVES baseball. Now, often team loyalties in sports come through familial ties. A son loves the team his father loves, unless of course, he grows to hate that […]
Why England?
In case you didn’t know, the World Cup starts tomorrow. Some delightful student painted the spirit rock before the end of the school year, and we’re still enjoying it. Added to that enjoyment, my boss brought in her Brasil flag and jersey to hang in her office. She’s feeling homesick, a little. We went by the dollar store the other […]