Morning Pages

I’m half way through my first cup of coffee.  I somehow volunteered to help at church this morning, and if I got my act together, I could go for the first service, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.  It’s still raining, although I can see a patch of bright light out there.  It doesn’t matter if it’s nice, though.  My husband finally got around to pulling together his tax numbers so I’ll be spending the afternoon with Turbo Tax.  We’ll file for an extension but at least we’ll know how much to send with it.

After making two pairs of socks, I’m not crocheting slippers from granny squares.  Still using up old worsted weight yarn.  It took me awhile to get the gauge right.  The pattern suggested an F hook to make a 4-1/2 inch square.  I’m up to an I!  They are very cute: a combo of white, green, and brown.  I’ll make the second one today, probably, while I’m watching the second part of Sense and Sensibility.

I also need to get some exercise today.  I’ve been eating OK (although I’m not sure how the sweet potato pie and low fat frozen yogurt fits in), but I need to do the second piece.  I took a bike ride on Friday and it felt good.  We’re lucky to have the Colonial Parkway just down the road so I am rewarded by great views of the river.  I also saw a cedar waxwing hanging out in a tree along our road.  If it clears up today, I’ll try to get another ride in, but it will probably be yoga.  I’ve got a new Gaiam DVD to try out.  I liked the “Energy Balancing” routine: mostly for when you’re feeling lousy and just need to be quiet for a bit.  the other one is a more typical workout.  I ordered two yoga bricks to try out as well.

So, with taxes, crocheting and exercise, I’ve got a full day ahead.  I wouldn’t mind finishing Carl Hiassen’s Double Whammy, either.  We are rushing to the climax: the bad guy has a dog head hanging from his arm and has just kidnapped the hero’s ex-wife.  Meanwhile, the hero is trying to figure out how to beat the murder rap for which he was set up.  It’s funny, but vaguely reminiscent of Nature Girl.  And, I just got a notice from Amazon that he’s got a new one out.  There’s also one more in my basket.  I think I’ll probably devote more time to Barack Obama’s autobiography next.  It’s on the Kindle and I’ve been reading bits and pieces when I’m waiting for meetings or stuck in hotel rooms.  So much to read, so little time.

And, there’s always a flash project to work on.  I think I’ll buy a license for royalty free clip art to use.  I did some rudimentay drawings in Flash itself and they looked pretty bad. I could always run the clip art through Comic Life for a nice effect.  I’ve at least worked out the flow of decisions.

The chickens are giving the back yard a real once over.  It’s wet and the worms are coming out.  We discovered that the silver spangled hamburg was laying eggs in a tucked away spot under the pump house lean to.  Found a good dozen or so.  Not sure how old they are, so we’re going to feed them to the dogs.  They’ll eat anything!

OK, coffee is gone and it’s time for a shower.  Many blessings to all for a wonderful day!

Saturday Morning

A grey day so I’m dressed in grey except for my green handmade socks!  I have a meeting and recorder rehearsal.  Then, the afternoon to play around with Flash.  We have a new non-profit client who might like some simple educational games, and I discovered that I have a copy of Macromedia Studio 8 on my shelf.  Cool!  I installed last night and ran it and was pleased that it seemed to go just fine with the new operating system on the Intel mac.  So, I’m going to try to make a Hanukkah activity in which you light each candle and learn about the prayers and what happens each night.

Meanwhile, I stumbled on this CNBC clip of an interview with John Cusack on his new movie, War, Inc.  Very good.  I think he articulates how I feel about the war: things are going on that we just can’t know about and some of that is the people who  are making huge profits while young Americans die.  Susan Jacoby, who wrote the recent book about dumb Americans, suggests that the problem with the war isn’t that we were lied to, it’s that we weren’t plugged in enough or we would have known.  I disagree and I don’t want to sound too conspiracy theory about this, but I think there are activities going on that, even if we read the paper everyday and are active in the world, are hidden from us.  Couple that with the arrogance of someone like Cheney whose response to the fact that Americans are increasingly against the war was “so?” and you are in a situation where just being knowledgeable isn’t enough.  It is time for protest.

Monday, Monday

My to-do list is short right now. Mostly errands like the bank and the post office where I’m going to mail the tea cozy to my friend. I’ve got a meeting on campus and two classes to teach. Then, things really open up. Maybe I’ll actually be able to finish Annie Dillard. The Living is good but thick with description and as slow as a rainy day in the Northwest. I remember feeling the same way about Snow Falling on Cedars by David Guterson.

I’m learning to crochet socks. Made a pair of green tube socks, which were easy, just continuous rows of scallops. Now I’m working on “basic” socks with heels, gussets, and toes. I finished one of a pair and have started the second one. Blue and white worsted weight yarn. I’m trying to use up the yarn I already own before buying more. They will be very cheery to wear, I think.

Sort of the same philosophy I have with books. Part of the reason I’m in a hurry to get through Dillard is so I can read The Tower by Derek Wilson as well as Sharon Kay Penman’s books about Wales and England. And then all those other ones in the basket. Let’s not talk about the books on the Kindle! I’m part of the way through Obama’s autobiography there. EEK! The crocheting has really eaten into reading time. But, I loved watching Sense and Sensibility last night and am already pining for next Sunday. It was a little frustrating to watch, though, since I already know the story. Pick Braddock, pick Braddock, you want to say to her.

Getting Back on the Wagon

I’ve been following Weight Watchers for almost three weeks now and doing pretty well.  But, yesterday, I really fell off the wagon.  I tracked my points, which included two pieces of See’s Candy and two glasses of wine and 8 pretzels even though I knew I was over the points already.  But, I went way over, eating into the weekly stash.  And, got a little indigestion as well, something I haven’t had since I started the program.  So, I’m aware of that and today will be pulling back.  I also need to drink more water today.

I am also starting to feel personal pressure to start exercising again.   Just can’t seem to find the time.  And, I’m not even ready to commit to a walk or bike ride today.  I’m trying to finish some work for a client so I can start my research next week without any worry.  Maybe I could at least think about a short yoga session.  I had been doing it pretty religiously until I hurt my back but my back hasn’t hurt for more than a month.  I get a few dog walks but they are short and very leisurely.

Trying to lose weight has always been a struggle for me.  I’m just generally pretty happy with myself and once I figured out that I wasn’t going to be a super model, working hard to be thin didn’t seem worth it.  But, now I’m working hard not to be thin but to be healthy and that’s the final goal.

Sweet, Sweet Honey

What a wonderful evening I had last night!  Out to dinner with friends then a Sweet Honey in the Rock concert at the Attucks Theater in Norfolk, Virginia.  I was swept away by their beautiful acapella singing.  Just amazing music, but what struck me the most was how much fun they were having.  At one point, one of them closed her eyes and just sang, and when she opened them, she seemed a little surprised that there was an audience watching.  I came home and downloaded their new CD from iTunes.  And, one of my friends is going to Ysaye Barnwell’s Building a Vocal Community at the Omega Institute this summer and encouraged me to go.  Hmmm…it’s a possibility although I am trying to save money for England.

Hey…it’s Robert Frost’s birthday!  I always use him as an example of fair use; how I would be listening to the Writer’s Almanac on my way to school and discover that it was Robert Frost’s birthday and wanted to read a poem so it was OK to make a copy for my classes.  Well, I didn’t know what a depressing life he led.  I have been to visit his gravesite.  Today, Keillor is reading “Neither Out Far Nor In Deep.”

I read my email before blogging and ended up at Civil Discourse to read about Jeremiah Wright.  The post quotes the Wikipedia entry on Wright and takes the time to present the full sermons from which the ugly soundbites were pulled.   And then I followed a few links.  Here’s Andrew Sullivan at the Atlantic who also provides context for the sermon.  That led me to Think on These Things, an Obama-leaning political blog.  I get it…I’m only listening/reading the people who agree with me, but they are also the ones who are providing the information not being covered in the media.

A Most Lovely Weekend

I read (The Living by Annie Dillard), crocheted, played on my computer, and even managed to get outside.  We spent a few hours at our property morris creekyesterday.  The view isn’t quite as green as the one in this post; it is still pretty barren, but signs of spring are everywhere.  The daffodils are doing great; we planted clumps of them along the driveway and they are naturalizing nicely.  I did a water test.  I’ve been testing for the Alliance for the Chesapeake Bay for ten years now.  Then, we just sat and watched the world: saw at least one eagle and one osprey.  We watched a cormorant circle his way down to the creek.  He landed and immediately started fishing so we rarely saw him again.

I was up early today.  It’s getting lighter earlier and the dogs wake up and start making dog noises around 6:30 or so.  Just caught sight of a big V of geese flying overhead.  I guess there are still some Canada Geese that actually migrate.  So, spring is here.

Now, I’m getting caught up on podcasts.  According to Garrison Keillor at The Writer’s Almanac, it’s Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s birthday.  I went to visit City Lights Bookstore when I was in San Francisco and bought a copy of Maxim Gorky’s great revolutionary novel, Mother.  It just seemed appropriate.  I love starting the day with poetry.

Now, I’m listening to Harry Shearer’s LeShow from KCRW, one of my favorite public broadcasting stations.  Thank goodness for the web so I can access the station.

My live frog for today is listening to some mp3 files so I may have to cut Harry short and get started.  I’m teaching today, too, and then meeting with my advisor to figure out the logistics of doing my research.  There may be grocery shopping as well.

After eating pretty well for several days in a row, I went a little crazy yesterday.  Although there isn’t much bad food in the house so crazy is relative.  I did have more than one serving of wine 😉  But I’m back on the WW wagon today.  I did get a nice walk at the property yesterday as my husband drops us at the beginning of the road into the neighborhood and we walk in.  Just about a mile.

Wildlife siting: there are two flickers sitting in the oak tree.  One looks like a fledgling with fluffy feathers.  It’s sort of amazing that I get anything done.  I also noticed that all the birdies need fed.  They particularly like the peanut butter suet we’ve been making.  That feeder is completely cleaned out!  I have a little left in the fridge and then need ingredients to make more, mostly peanut butter.

Blessing to all!

Easter Sunday 2008

And I’m not going to church.  Instead, I’m up early watching the sun rise.  As I walked with the dogs earlier, we stood a moment and looked at the almost full moon in the west, clear and bright in the sky.  I feel like I sometimes carry “church” with me, a sense of awe and gratitude for a life I did not create and that I cannot always control.  I send my wishes and dreams out to the universe, which often answers in surprising and wonderful ways.  I require little to make me happy: hot coffee after a cold morning walk, beautiful music to help the sun crest the pine trees  (this morning it’s Nick Drake who just popped out at me as I scanned iTunes), love of family and friends.  I see the poetry around me, and long to find the perfect metaphor, one that takes the breath away, one that captures the essence of what lives in y heart.  But, I am no poet and must be contented with these fragile words.

Happy Easter!

Morning Muse

My husband is heading out to do some volunteer work for a local agency that builds and repairs houses. So, we’re up early. It’s not even 8 AM and the dogs have been walked, chickens have been fed, and there’s a fresh pot of coffee brewing. I have a few things on my list of to dos but nothing pressing and a full week at home next week. So, it’s the weekend and the question is what do I WANT to do?

  • Play some music: I’m playing in a recorder trio so I have music to practice. Plus, I have other solo stuff. There’s always the piano as well.
  • Read some: I finished A Tree Grows in Brooklyn and picked up Annie Dillard’s The Living last night. Got through a few pages before it was time to go to sleep so would love to continue with that today. It’s set in northern Washington, and I’m reliving our visit to that still somewhat wild country.
  • Crochet: I’m currently making octagonal granny squares with some leftover red cotton yarn. Inspired by all the great craft sites out there, I took a picture of my two tea cozies (see below). The blue one is for a friend and includes a pad for the bottom. My next crochet project is to try making socks. I got a great book at the Michael’s near my hotel and have some variegated brown cotton yarn. The Sound of Music is on tonight, and I am looking forward to settling in and crocheting.
  • Work on my England map. My parents and I are going to England in October. They love to travel and are already in the midst of planning. After they called last night, I created a new Google map and started marking some of the places I want to visit including Stonehenge, Glastonbury, and Bath. The lake country is pretty far north, but nothing in England is very far away so we may be able to do it. I also want to go to Wales.

crocheted tea cozies

I was a good weight watcher yesterday and even saved up enough points for a glass of wine. I made this pasta from 101 Cookbooks using fresh spinach from the greenhouse. I also added ground chicken and did not bake it. Paired with big salads, this was a healthy, yummy dinner. And there are plenty of leftovers for lunch. I think tonight are baked tilapia fillets and Easter dinner will be pork loin and pineapple stuffing.

Good Friday

Yes, it refers to the holiday but it also refers to the fact that after four days away from home, I’m back at my desk watching the birds and the squirrels as I decide what I need to do today.

I finished my crocheted tea cozy and small mat for a friend’s birthday.  I looked for a teapot for her but couldn’t find one I liked so may just get a box of tea to send along with the cozy.  I also spent time last night surfing crochet and craft sites.

I am hoping that crocheting in the evening will help me fight the battle of the bulge.  Last night, I really wanted to snack on something even though I knew I didn’t have any points left and I wasn’t really hungry.  I just wanted to crunch pretzels or crackers. But I crocheted and then cam back and worked on the computer.  I’ve been eating so well the past week that I don’t want to blow it now that I’m home.  I’ve already eaten cereal this morning and am getting ready to open my WW points tracker and plan the rest of the day.

The workshops went well.  I only have a few things on my to do list, especially since I have the whole weekend ahead as well.  I’m enjoying the free time since once I get started on my dissertation research, there won’t be much of that left.  Oh!  The best news…I’m going to get to teach my first online course starting next week.  Very exciting!

I did skip Maundy Thursday last night.  Wasn’t sure I would get home in time and my church was having a supper that required rsvp.  So, I stayed home, cooked scrambled eggs and roasted potatoes for us, then Bob went to a meeting.  I think tonight will be whole wheat spaghetti.  I told Bob I would make pineapple stuffing for Easter along with a slice of ham.

Race and Politics

I should start by stating the I am a Barack Obama supporter.  I find him to be a fresh voice in politics.  Since he is some 15 years younger than Clinton, there’s no doubt that he doesn’t have the same kind of government experience, but I’m not sure we need a good legislator in the executive branch.  Instead, we need someone with the vision to help guide those legislators in doing what is right for all Americans.

I watched the coverage of his speech last evening in the hotel room.  I’m glad he gave it, and I thought he did a good job of trying to at least uncover the tangled threads that are race and religion in America.  But as I listened to one commentator who seemed to have difficulty understanding why blacks in America might be angry, the images of the victims of Hurricane Katrina suddenly arose in my mind.  Yes, I know, all the victims were not black.  But, many were.  And, for at least a few weeks, American was confronted with the problems not just of race but of poverty.  Unfortunately, as with most stories, this one passed out of the news cycle.  But not before I heard the same racist comments from several different people I encountered about the money that the victims were given to at least try to restart their lives.  According to them, these poor blacks simply wasted the money and should not have been given it in the first place.  Perhaps that commentator should revisit some of the images of that devastating disaster and the anger of blacks might be a bit easier to understand.  I was also reminded of the teacher I worked with in a small southern school division.  We taught in a school that had, during segregation days, been the black school.  On my second or third day at the school, she took the time to tell me how badly it had smelled when they first moved in because of the race of its former occupants.  I was stunned into silence, and I couldn’t help but wonder how she managed to deal with her multi-racial classroom.

I am convinced that racism is alive and well in America.  I had lunch with a friend on Sunday and we agreed that, while the comment about “damning” American probably went too far, the notion that America is still run by rich white people didn’t seem too far away from the truth.  But, as Obama pointed out, his goal is to try to get past that and find ways of bridging the gap between the races in America.  Wright is looking backward; Obama is looking forward.  And, I want to look forward with him.

The real problem with what Jeremiah Wright said is that it provides fodder for racists like Rush Limbaugh.  He and his ilk play on the fear of white people.  And, that’s really what this is about, isn’t it?  Fear that being white isn’t special any more.  It’s the same fear that leads heterosexuals to try to define marriage as between a man and a woman.  It’s the same fear the leads fundamentalist ministers to preach about the superiority of men.  It’s the fear of people who are different from us.