Goodness & luck
Meetings ran late, dying to get home. Spy the bus out the window and decide to make a run for it – jump puddles, slip in mud, laugh maniacally and catch your bag in the door just in time. Invigorated, reach for your phone. No. Phone. Did You leave it on the desk? No, checked … Continue reading
In the last few years I’ve trained myself to snatch small windows of quiet. I need to recharge my batteries at least a couple times a day, and have learned to make the most of the moments I have instead of waiting for the hours I don’t. So tonight, with 10 minutes between my regular … Continue reading
Bus
Friday morning: Been away; work-traveling. Weekend of more work ahead. Dull, misty skies. Mouse in the kitchen. Clothed wrinkly, cupboards bare. Late. Groggy. Frizzy hair, make-up streaks. Almost miss the bus. RUN to make it, last one of forty to pile in, the front half full to standing. Push through. And there, right in the … Continue reading
Winter has come
Winter has finally arrived. While later than usual, I still welcome the stillness such wild weather brings. Slipping on seasonal habits and familiar sensations like clothes brought of out storage. My daily walks by Lake Michigan are now deeply solitary, most folk avoiding the icy sea spray and blistering burn of thighs chaffed by frozen … Continue reading
Even the light here is different
There are many things I knew would change when we moved to America. Our language would be odd [use the phrase “he threw his toys out’ the pram” and just watch their befuddled faces], our routines unconventional. I fully expected a warehouse-sized grocery store and a wild goose chase or two when I craved the … Continue reading
Sea & Sky
There is this famous cliche claiming the Eskimo language has a hundred, or a thousand, words for snow. Which is quite silly since there is no “Eskimo language”. Perhaps the declaration refers all Eskimo-Aleut languages and dialects generally? Besides, English has dozens of words for snow, if you count things like blizzards, flurries, drizzles, sleat, … Continue reading
Homemade Christmas Part I: Snowflakes
While Scotland is wild, blustery, wet and cold, there is almost never snow*. So, Homemade Christmas 2011 started with making our own. The recipe: paper, scissors and some simple geometry (don’t cringe).
Que Sera Sara? 