That Business Trip
…is happening right now, so I’m using Blogger’s scheduled posting function to tell you this. Someone didn’t want me to leave:
…is happening right now, so I’m using Blogger’s scheduled posting function to tell you this. Someone didn’t want me to leave:
Upset by the latest news? Feeling blue? I have two words for you: Baby alpaca! The first cria of the year was born at Blue Moon Ranch Saturday:
1. This weekend I will see Star Trek and go to the Neko Case concert at Red Butte and get a haircut AND buy some bark mulch for the yard. Big weekend!
2. Here is an article about “Caring for Your Introvert” from the Atlantic quite some time ago. I think everyone I know needs to read this.
3. Something silly from Married to the Sea (click for big):
Between not knowing what day of the week it is, and being busy, and obsessing over finding a good travel dress to wear on a business trip (my first business trip!), I am just drinking coffee and looking at pictures on the internet in the mornings, not composing anything good.
I’ll have a list tomorrow.
This partly cloudy end of May with the honey locusts in bloom reminds of when I first discovered the Schubert Cello Quintet eight or nine years ago (and blackberries in cream-top yogurt, and the difficulties of sad people, but that’s not what we’re talking about today). I had to listen to it twice this weekend while sewing, and you should listen to it, too. The second movement, the loveliest, is below, but the whole thing is worth an hour of your time.
Even with Mr. Isbell being gone all week and me having Monday off, I really didn’t accomplish much this weekend. When I try to think of what I did, all I can come up with is “Make blueberry muffins.”
I did sew a little, because for the first time in about 15 years I’ve decided I want a pair of pajamas again–with a matching robe. This probably ties in with wanting to have long hair, although watching all that Mad Men again doesn’t hurt, either. And I decided it was time to improve on what’s described at 1:40 below:
“Team Building Exercise 99, yeah!”
You can read about the holdiay’s history as Decoration Day here if you’d like, or you can read this Carl Sandberg poem that I always think of:
Grass
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work –
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?I am the grass.
Let me work.
1. Why is Dick Cheney still talking? Why are there news articles about how he’s still talking? Please stop talking now, Dick.
2. The Writer’s Almanac tells me it’s the birthday of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who hated writing Sherlock Holmes stories:
“To get out of writing Holmes tales, he asked Strandfor higher and higher prices for his stories, ridiculously high, hoping they would turn him down. But they went ahead and paid him anything he asked.”
3. Finally, Lego sets that adults can leave out without feeling silly: Frank Lloyd Wright models! Read more here.
I’ve finally started riding my bike to work! I know I wanted to be less wimpy about riding in cooler weather (Thing #9), but I started my new job in April and was just too shy to wheel my bike through the office right away. (It didn’t help my shyness to learn that one coworker is a fancy bike racer and one boss rode/ran/swam the Hawaii Ironman last year.)
But now I’ve started riding and it’s significantly easier to pedal every time, which is good, and all the roadies at work are friendly, and I’m getting waves from passersby again. Velo bon!