I like this shift, even though it means little light left at day's end. More in the morning, tho, and I'm a morning guy really. Getting up an putting water on for coffee at 5:08 becomes doing so at 4:08, with lots of quiet time in the house before the others emerge.
Read Howard's latest New Yorker piece on Bob Dylan-- good stuff. Somewhat amazed you remember so many details, and can offer insight and analysis-- on a slew of shows you witnessed as a teen-ager over half a lifetime ago. Then read your other two pieces from this fall as well...
Woke up yesterday happy to have an unstructured day ahead-- Saturday being my sabbath in practice. Whatever different intentions I may have from time to time, I can rarely follow through on any thought I might have of doing work for the coming week, with the previous weekly just past and perhaps barely survived. There's a guy at work that sits back down at this desk Friday afternoon and knocks out his plan for the coming week AFTER just completing yet another week of teaching in a school for severely marginalized-- many pretty dang dysfunctional as far as normal school practices (both academic and social) one might optimistically hope for...
So he sits down and calmly plans the coming week as I lean back in my desk chair and check in with an online chess game, then gather up some papers to look at over the weekend, erase the board and straighten the chairs, recycle the forgotten "do nows" and handouts from the day, and wait for the big hand to hit the 9 signifying 3:45 which means I can get the hell outta dodge and enjoy some late afternoon sunlight.
this friday it was off to meet gretchen at one of the new breweries that's sprung up nearby. a flight of beers to taste and then we sit down in the slanting light before the sun departs behind a building. Food truck outside offers gourmet grill cheese sandwiches and dogs-- gourmet grill cheese? they could call it the oxymoronic food truck, but then gretch did in fact make i sure-nuff tasty grill cheese (with some bacon in there) to compliment the kickin' carrot/ginger soup she made last night. And pointed out where there was a hidden row of carrots yet to harvest in the backyard.
November weather pops back into the 70s on Friday and Saturday. I pop open the cold frames and check the new greeens-- coming along-- then water the beds in the hoop house. Dog poop duty; it's warm enough that I'm out there barefoot, and I manage to step in the same fucking pile of soft dogshit three different times before I finally get it located, shovel in hand, and transferred into the bucket. Gretchen asks permission to dismantle the chicken coop-- this after Greenie died a week ago for a month-long ailment, followed by a noted aversion by the two remaining birds to their coop... More in a sec
Read Howard's latest New Yorker piece on Bob Dylan-- good stuff. Somewhat amazed you remember so many details, and can offer insight and analysis-- on a slew of shows you witnessed as a teen-ager over half a lifetime ago. Then read your other two pieces from this fall as well...
Woke up yesterday happy to have an unstructured day ahead-- Saturday being my sabbath in practice. Whatever different intentions I may have from time to time, I can rarely follow through on any thought I might have of doing work for the coming week, with the previous weekly just past and perhaps barely survived. There's a guy at work that sits back down at this desk Friday afternoon and knocks out his plan for the coming week AFTER just completing yet another week of teaching in a school for severely marginalized-- many pretty dang dysfunctional as far as normal school practices (both academic and social) one might optimistically hope for...
So he sits down and calmly plans the coming week as I lean back in my desk chair and check in with an online chess game, then gather up some papers to look at over the weekend, erase the board and straighten the chairs, recycle the forgotten "do nows" and handouts from the day, and wait for the big hand to hit the 9 signifying 3:45 which means I can get the hell outta dodge and enjoy some late afternoon sunlight.
this friday it was off to meet gretchen at one of the new breweries that's sprung up nearby. a flight of beers to taste and then we sit down in the slanting light before the sun departs behind a building. Food truck outside offers gourmet grill cheese sandwiches and dogs-- gourmet grill cheese? they could call it the oxymoronic food truck, but then gretch did in fact make i sure-nuff tasty grill cheese (with some bacon in there) to compliment the kickin' carrot/ginger soup she made last night. And pointed out where there was a hidden row of carrots yet to harvest in the backyard.
November weather pops back into the 70s on Friday and Saturday. I pop open the cold frames and check the new greeens-- coming along-- then water the beds in the hoop house. Dog poop duty; it's warm enough that I'm out there barefoot, and I manage to step in the same fucking pile of soft dogshit three different times before I finally get it located, shovel in hand, and transferred into the bucket. Gretchen asks permission to dismantle the chicken coop-- this after Greenie died a week ago for a month-long ailment, followed by a noted aversion by the two remaining birds to their coop... More in a sec
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