Last night I was outside working until about 8:30, as, although the night was clear and beautiful, it was too dark to see what I was doing.
Tonight I stopped just before 8:30, but the eerie orange glow kept everything reasonably illuminated for quite some time---9 and a bit beyond. Why? Some clouds in the west reflected the light of sunset for quite some time after the actual sunset (at 8:00).
And somewhere west, darkness fell before 8:00, due to the cloud cover.
Who are you, what is your spirit name, and how long before you’ll find your way here?
Beautiful sights. Beautiful thoughts.
Writer
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Mike and Jake
I’m in hell.
I’m exhausted, and I have yet to complete a week packed morning to night with classes, meetings, and rehearsals. Add to that mounds of papers to grade, survey data to compile and evaluate, text adoptions to make, online course to complete and post, midterms to complete, promotions binder to complete—all within the next two weeks. How can I do this? Yet somehow I have to do it—all of it.
Let alone that I’m already ignoring SEVERAL pressing issues at home, from garden to lawn to trees to winterizing to cleaning to home repair to financial paperwork—not to mention relaxing or having fun. Sleep and eating habits aren’t good, I’m tense all the time, and the catherine saga (new readers—see old posts; old readers—updates coming eventually) continues on its ever complicated path. I even pushed a doctor’s appointment this month back to January—I just don’t want to deal with it until I have a little time. And let alone writing and reading projects.
So I had to force myself to go to Stoney Pond with Shanti. Not much of a run, really, just to let her get out.
“Hey! Sorry!” I hear. A black lab comes racing down the trail.
“We’re fine!” I call back. Everything canine looks like nothing more than play.
“Oh! Shanti, is it?” calls a man running around the trail’s bend.
“Yup!” Now I remember—Mike and his dog Jake. Shanti and I have come across them before.
I let Shanti loose to run, knowing they dogs will stay around us.
I don’t have time to talk—but I welcome it. We discuss dogs, past and present, hunters, campers, bicycling and dogs, cross-country skiing, deer, storms and trees, sticks and dogs, training—and more, until the darkening skies and threatening storms get us to pick up and move along, work awaiting. Our dogs, calm after a good, friendly workout, obey our quiet commands immediately and cheerfully, their romp just what they needed.
It’s what I needed as well. Time for a good night’s sleep, and early tomorrow, back to work.
Writer
I’m exhausted, and I have yet to complete a week packed morning to night with classes, meetings, and rehearsals. Add to that mounds of papers to grade, survey data to compile and evaluate, text adoptions to make, online course to complete and post, midterms to complete, promotions binder to complete—all within the next two weeks. How can I do this? Yet somehow I have to do it—all of it.
Let alone that I’m already ignoring SEVERAL pressing issues at home, from garden to lawn to trees to winterizing to cleaning to home repair to financial paperwork—not to mention relaxing or having fun. Sleep and eating habits aren’t good, I’m tense all the time, and the catherine saga (new readers—see old posts; old readers—updates coming eventually) continues on its ever complicated path. I even pushed a doctor’s appointment this month back to January—I just don’t want to deal with it until I have a little time. And let alone writing and reading projects.
So I had to force myself to go to Stoney Pond with Shanti. Not much of a run, really, just to let her get out.
“Hey! Sorry!” I hear. A black lab comes racing down the trail.
“We’re fine!” I call back. Everything canine looks like nothing more than play.
“Oh! Shanti, is it?” calls a man running around the trail’s bend.
“Yup!” Now I remember—Mike and his dog Jake. Shanti and I have come across them before.
I let Shanti loose to run, knowing they dogs will stay around us.
I don’t have time to talk—but I welcome it. We discuss dogs, past and present, hunters, campers, bicycling and dogs, cross-country skiing, deer, storms and trees, sticks and dogs, training—and more, until the darkening skies and threatening storms get us to pick up and move along, work awaiting. Our dogs, calm after a good, friendly workout, obey our quiet commands immediately and cheerfully, their romp just what they needed.
It’s what I needed as well. Time for a good night’s sleep, and early tomorrow, back to work.
Writer
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