“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” – Zora Neale Hurston I like that one. Feels right. Life feels tidal. Cyclical. Like Taylor Swift, it runs in eras. Speaking of eras, school has begun. We did our normal ice cream for dinner before the first day of …
Exhausty face. But in a good way. Had a really good weekend with the NMG. Rented a space in Wintergreen resort for two nights. I drove down with 3 other guys, the rest came on their own on their own time. We 9 at any one time, 10 altogether. I …
At the beginning of school, a new chapter. I always had a love hate relationship with the fall – the excitement and slight dread of something new and unknown, the grief and inertia of moving on from what you have known. Its a feeling that’s held over even though I …
The girls are in Florida. Yesterday as I was driving 66 into the city to get to DCA, I had a sudden flashback to more than 30 years ago. Driving the same stretch of highway, taking the Glebe road exit for a job interview that would take me here and …
Tick tick tick. Savi is off at the science camp. She was quite anxious the weekend before, getting to a fever pitch. J and I dropped her off at Dulles, meeting a van driven by interns from the Green Bank Observatory. They were lively college kids, and there were 5 …
Oof. Feel a little squeezed, but its probably all my own doing,. First random thought based on this article. This fits with my experience with self-professed “smart” people. The douchiest people (well, men) I’ve ever met readily advertised/volunteered that they were in Mensa, as if that in and of itself …
Technology doesn’t like me recently. Stupid WordPress went haywire last week with the latest update, the plugin I use for security seemed to completely reset. Today for virtual piano we had to go through 5 laptops to find one that worked properly for Zoom. (Usual laptop’s speaker went kablooie, Annika’s …
It’s been an emotionally hefty last week or so, and I’ve been needing to journal it out and deconstruct my feelings. Last week, the juxtaposition of a few events had me feeling like life is telling me something, although I’m not sure what. It feels like there’s a theme of …