My week

This week I got tired of standing in the cold waiting for the bus. So I walked from the parking lot to my office. It was snowing and cold so I shrugged my chin down into my scarf and kept my eyes half closed to avoid the falling flakes. I thought about things, which is good. I didn't think and just hummed, which is better. I prayed.

This week I went to lunch with a friend. We met at the fishtanks in the HUB and planted ourselves in two armchairs on the second floor to listen to the Friday afternoon concert. The band's name was "Pearl and the Beard." They all wore glasses. The two women both wore bright red lipstick. My friend and I decided that we need to institute a bright red lipstick day.

This week I taught. We were working on thesis statements and creating logical arguments. I realized that what I was teaching was not so much writing as a way of thinking. I wondered if that is okay. I started thinking that maybe all anyone ever really teaches is different ways of thinking.

This week I baked bread; watched a movie; I walked up and down the mint-green-walled institutional staircases of the building where I work. I talked with my brother and my sister. I watched the birds outside of my front window. I went to class and listened. I went to class and talked. I drank tea. I took a nap.

New Semester and New Resolutions

I am one week into the new semester and still struggling to get my head and my heart to catch up with my body and circumstances. I am reluctant to work. The work will not wait much longer. It's tiring to think about it.

But, I will persevere, and hopefully I will adjust to my new schedule soon and get into a comfortable and productive groove.

As with all new beginnings, this one leaves me wanting to be more diligent about posting here. I will try, but I make no promises.