Thursday, August 31
Wednesday, August 30
Tuesday, August 29
Friday, August 25
Wednesday, August 23
even better if they manage to be mostly comfortable for an 8-hour day at school. I'm trying a little harder this year to dress more "professionally"... less sandals and casual pants. But sometimes it is hard. *sigh* sad that i feel like frump teacher so much of the time with the comfort clothes i have to wear to survive. BLAH. But today, i was FOXY.
ha! love these shoes.
Monday, August 21
i have managed to make my monday a pretty good day...
I had my students present their projects in front of the class today, all day, so i had very little WORK to do at school.
I bought Elsie Flannigan's darling scrapbooking challenge book--
(and a few other art treasures)
I *made dinner* for joe. (!) and he loved it.
I got two care packages ready and addressed for elise and katie... and made them all cute and stuff...
and i am keeping the TV *off* and listening to some great music given to me by my sister beckie.
i am feeling recharged by the time that i am able to find to be creative in one way or another each day. I am trying not to lose the summer juice i had when i had hours and hours each day to putter and craft new things. so. enough 'net stuff... back to my table to make something else.
Saturday, August 19
[a quick mix CD cover i collaged for my friend maggie.... i love vintage scraps and text stamps.]
[a scrapbook layout dedicatedto my dad's love of baseball... note the Yankee pinstripe on the back paper... leather photo corners, red stitching.. (forgive the line of color disparity-- my scanner isn't big enough for the whole thing, so i had to scan it in two parts)
the quote on the page is from Field of Dreams, one of my favorite movies. It reads:
“…they'll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They'll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they'll watch the game and it'll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they'll have to brush them away from their faces…”]
Friday, August 18
I am optimistic that this semester will be a pleasure most of the time. I love the students from last year that are back for their junior year with me. They make my job a joy. And the new faces seem like they'll be okay.
Anyway. Time to get re-used to the routine of early days and long afternoons grading papers. I am wiped out from it right now and need to build my stamina up. Thank goodness it is the weekend.
Here: i'll give you a picture or two of some of my students from last year that i have this year.
[me with danielle, emily and fellow teacher liesl]
[maura presenting a project]
[ryan gives a cheesy smile]
[five of these amazing friends came all the way from utah to be with me on my wedding day!]
Monday, August 14
Sunday, August 13
Saturday, August 12
[the crinkles around his eyes...]
[one of our engagement photos, by Kate Benson]
so, here's joe. mine for eternity. he makes my little world a place of peace and harmony.
love, you, joe.
Friday, August 11
[we kept finding hidden courtyards as we strolled down the narrow streets]
[this little market was just down the street from our pensione]
Thursday, August 10
[one of my bookshelves at home... in the dining room]
as an English teacher, i have the rare opportunity of telling people all the many marvelous things i love about literature and nonfiction... and i get to recommend all kinds of great reads to people.
i am a book junkie. shelves and shelves full o' them...
so let me share a snippet i read today from one of my new discoveries (old book, newly loved by me)... From Anne Morrow Lindbergh's Gift From the Sea:
"...How one hates to think of oneself as alone. How one avoids it...We seem so frightened today of being alone that we never let it happen. Even if family, friends, and movies should fail, there is still the radio or television to fill up the void...Even day-dreaming was more creative than this; it demanded something of oneself and it fed the inner life. Now, instead of planting our solitude with our own dream blossoms, we choke the space with continuous music, chatter, and companionship to which we do not even listen...
We must re-learn to be alone."
I love it. I connect with this idea so very much. I forget how much I grow in my "alone-times" until they are nearly forced upon me.... Then i revel in them and try to remember to do it more often. Then forget again, and the cycle goes on and on.
Anyway. I'm rambling. Read this book.... it's my new treasure.
Wednesday, August 9
Tuesday, August 8
i have a little world... all my own. it is much like yours, filled with things that make me smile, challenge me, inspire me, excite me, comfort me.
i love the thought that thousands of millions of other people have as meaningful and personal a world as my own. because everything i cherish is so remarkable to me-- things like my husband's laugh, a flea market treasure, the perfect photograph of a moment, milk chocolate, a good cry, couch naps in the afternoon, the satisfaction of creating something out of nothing...
i love that somewhere out there, someone else is probably writing their very own list of simple pleasures... pieces of their little world.
[this is me... May 2006]