Sunday, July 31, 2011
Friday, July 29, 2011
My super and his crew (assistants? helpers? henchmen? none of these words seem quite right. They're very nice, so henchmen shouldn't be right, but it somehow seems to fit) changed the light bulbs today and fiddled with the fixtures. I couldn't make out why but it seemed like they just weren't satisfied with the way things were fitting together, or lighting. It seemed like they were working on the project all day. When I got back from dinner with friends, a bulb was in but the shade was down. The hallway was bright but stark and I enjoyed and pondered the new lighting. It seemed like a good opportunity to keep working on the composition study I started on Friday, considering dark space and light space and the feelings evoked thereof.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
For the most part I try not to complain about the trains. In general it's my belief that it's akin to complaining about the weather: futile and annoying to those around you. But I've finally had it UP. TO. HERE. Every weekend and now many weeknights there's a service disruption, trains rerouted or skipping stops to accomodate construction projects that may or may not be making progress. I've learned (I thought) to check the service alerts ahead of time and be prepared. And I've learned, I thought, to allow plenty of time if I want to get somewhere or get to bed at a reasonable hour. But tonight's trip home was a saga of epic proportions; of signs posted had nothing to do what the trains actually did and trains that just didn't come. "Why bother to post service alerts if you then just run the trains helter skelter?" I asked myself. "I try to make healthy, responsible choices and head home at a reasonable hour, but you make a 35-min trip take an hour and a half," I grumbled.
Anyway, to make a long story short, when I got home I really needed that Nutella on toast.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
There are just some things that are so compelling, so captivating, so enthralling, so can't take your eyes away, because they cause the human spirit to be stirred and the heart to ask, "What ... the heck ... IS it? And why? And ... and just, WHY?" That was my reaction to these toadstool structures at the shore of the otherwise beautiful lake.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Dad (my firefighter dad), I know what you're thinking, and I'm thinking it too: "It's not safe - the pressure's depleted! When there IS a fire, the hydrants'll be no good! And, ahh, two open hydrants on one block? Oh, they'd better hope no sparks from a passing cigarette land in an open garbage can to smolder!"
I was thinking that as I walked through the spray, but boy did that spray feel good.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
When I came to City of Ever-Available Food and Endless Desserts, I got to reconnect with one of my closest friends from grad school - the first one I made there, actually. She was living with her husband just a hop, skip, and jump away as she finished her PhD. Our reunion was exuberant and joy-filled. We had tea the first weekend we saw each other, and the next, too. We celebrated Mardi Gras together and encouraged each other through Lent. She applied for jobs and confessed she didn't see herself staying in City of Desserts but Also Hassles. Then the word came that she had been offered a job - a good job - in the City Where the Water Bends. And she and her husband are off to the place I just left! I'm both sad and joy-full.
Tonight was the night before they moved. The storage folks came during the day to collect their things and ship them south, and then a bunch of friends gathered for one last good bye dinner, outside our City of Desserts and Also Hassles, right on Steel Grey River, which was peachy-blue and turquoise. Even though I didn't know everyone there we were at ease with each other right away. As it turned out, my friend and her husband aren't the only ones moving: one friend is going to Alaska, a newly-minted MSW. Another has graduated and is headed overseas. The only other friend who's staying here has started a new job on the other end of the city, and I'm still new here. It was a beautiful dinner: good scenery, good food, yes; but more than that good hearts, compassionate for one another, taking joy in one another, excited at what was to come and so grateful for what had been.
I'm thinking now of the professor my friend and I had together; he had a few catchphrases he'd say over and over in his Irish lilt (made subtle by years in America). I'm thinking about my favorite one:
There's an ebb to every tide but the tide of God's grace.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Today my boyfriend and I went to a sculpture park that was featuring an installation about sight - the idea that the way you look at something impacts what you see. Most of the sculptures invited you to look at the work from a certain vantage point, or to look at the landscape through a viewing hole. One of them was made of camera lenses nestled between sandbags. It was accompanied by a depiction of a hand holding an iPhone to the camera lens and taking a picture through it. We complied - me with my camera, not my phone. The shot looks more like an iris than anything else.
After a walk and dinner and another walk (it was a big dinner), we stood on the elevated train platform and I noticed the bright color of watermelons and flowers through the slats.
Friday, July 8, 2011
1. It's broken.
2. It looked really pretty sitting there, reflecting trees in its facets, so I decided to be brave for once and stop and take a picture of something interesting. So I messed around with my settings getting ready to take a shot when the garbage truck game. Of course. I tried to take it as quickly as possible but the garbage man was looking at his watch. I didn't get the shot I wanted. But this turned out well.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
We used to have these really annoying shower curtain rings that popped open at the bottom, so the shower curtain was always falling off. There were three holes in particular that refused to stay attached, and before each shower I used to thread the hooks back through the holes in the curtain and pop them closed, which usually lasted at least as long as the shower. I recently treated myself to new hooks and I hung them today; then I admired my handiwork and I sincerely thought to myself, "Wow, I now live in one of those swanky apartments with a shower curtain that does not dangle!"