Category: Natter
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Calloo, Callay
This morning I woke up to rain. Oh frabjuous day! I needed this break from the heat, the sun, the muggy air, and more sun. Don’t palm trees look nice against a backdrop of clouds? The morning had a very back-to-school feel: me, tromping through the rain with a fresh haircut, wearing stiff jeans and…
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Running in Place
This has been a madly busy week. I have been running in circles, trying to catch up on a million things on this, my one week of summer break. But be it knitting, professional development, or writing, everything is in the same infuriating state of partial completion it was at the beginning of the week.…
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Pets
On my commute, I am lucky that the bus comes off the highway well before the area around where I actually work. As it wends its way through the narrow streets one-way streets of downtown, I get to see some of the the best of the city before we swing west and traverse some of…
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No Joke
Jars of baby food, lined up behind the bench at the bus stop. I would’ve guessed that they were some sort of April Fool’s prank, except they first appeared on Wednesday. First in a tidy row… Then Thursday, less so… And this morning, jumbled every-which-way… I have to wonder: why baby food? Why at my…
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Transition
The past few weeks have been a time of transition. The desert is slowly unfolding from the dark coziness of winter. Days are righter earlier (although still not at my bus stop, the morning chill has less of a bite, and the flowers are still in full force (pictured above, my beloved Desert Bells). Blazing,…
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What else…
Little news on the knitting front here; after finally untangling the Gorgonian Knot and skipping through Chart 3 of the Icarus’ border, my skein decided to disintegrate & form another tangle. I hate the idea of breaking the yarn again to get this one out, so I’m trying to limp it along. It’s slow going,…
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Observations
1. The Plague is upon us (again). Above are orange buds, and among the natives I have counted cassia, brittlebush, creosote, fairy duster, and desert marigold in bloom, not to mention the California poppies & assorted other wildflowers. Sniffle, sniffle. Lovely. 2. For the first time ever, I got a sunburn *in* the Valley. Monday…
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History of the Universe
Walking back to the bus along Tyler Mall after volunteering yesterday, I discovered this timeline in sidewalk chalk, beginning with the Big Bang and chronicling the formation of the earth, the beginning of life, and the evolution of mammals. The whole thing stretched along the better part of Life Sciences, no mean feat as the…
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Monday
Monday again, and big surprise, I’m on the couch with the dog, my knitting, and a cup of coffee. And a tower of CD-Rs; this week’s readings for my digital information class are all about short-term preservation risks and are sufficiently dire that I’ve been inspired to back up all my files. What’s on your…
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Brisk
All winter, my bus stop (that’s it above) is in complete shadow. Although today’s high will be 70º, the forecast also tells me it will be in the low 40s when I go out to wait for my bus. Add the shade and a morning breeze, and I’m in for a brisk wait. But–come summer,…
Anti-Quotidian 