Aw, my apartment feels so homey right now. We have flowers! Lovely cut daffodils scattered in mason jars throughout the rooms, and three potted plants on the kitchen windowsill: red primroses, orange gerber daises, and a perky little strawberry plant. It's just so...cheerful.
-happy sigh-
Yay for living, growing things being on sale for spring.
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Um, really?
So, I've never really thought planning a wedding sounded very fun. (Not that it's something super relevant in my life right now, anyway, but you know, should it come up in the future.) Well, no more worries. All I have to do is sit back and let Disney do it for me! Phew. Glad that's worked out.
...right.
...right.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Sadness
I found out yesterday that one of my favorite profs from university died this week. It made me unexpectedly sad. Unexpectedly, I suppose, partially because I knew she had cancer and didn't have long to live, but mostly because I haven't kept in touch with her, so it doesn't really change anything about my daily life that she's gone. But even while I knew she was dying, I never saw her sick...
The last time I saw her she was still flitting around the front of my English classroom, talking 500 words a minute about the "powerful feeling" of the romantic writers and the marriage foils in Pride and Prejudice and leaving all of us as full as if we'd just sat through three or four lecture/discussions instead of only one.
That last day I saw her, she stopped near the end of class, announced she had cancer and probably not too long to live, told us she'd found a great substitute prof so we would still be very taken care of in our studies, and left the room before any of us (or she) could get all emotional. That was almost two years ago.
The last I'd heard, she and her husband were skiing in the Alps, and she was still running around and being all crazyily and energetically herself-ish.
And now I hear that she died, and somehow--even though I knew it was coming--it doesn't seem to be possible that she's not scaring and inspiring and enlightening the next batch of students. It is a great comfort to know that she is finally at peace, and no longer ravaged by cancer, and that she and her grieving husband and so many of her friends and students are ultimately united in the eternal body of Christ. But it's still just sort of sad.
The last time I saw her she was still flitting around the front of my English classroom, talking 500 words a minute about the "powerful feeling" of the romantic writers and the marriage foils in Pride and Prejudice and leaving all of us as full as if we'd just sat through three or four lecture/discussions instead of only one.
That last day I saw her, she stopped near the end of class, announced she had cancer and probably not too long to live, told us she'd found a great substitute prof so we would still be very taken care of in our studies, and left the room before any of us (or she) could get all emotional. That was almost two years ago.
The last I'd heard, she and her husband were skiing in the Alps, and she was still running around and being all crazyily and energetically herself-ish.
And now I hear that she died, and somehow--even though I knew it was coming--it doesn't seem to be possible that she's not scaring and inspiring and enlightening the next batch of students. It is a great comfort to know that she is finally at peace, and no longer ravaged by cancer, and that she and her grieving husband and so many of her friends and students are ultimately united in the eternal body of Christ. But it's still just sort of sad.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Another life-long dream fulfilled
I had my first pottery class tonight.
You know how people say that throwing pottery is a lot more difficult than it looks? Those people are right. Even going into this assuming that it would be harder than it looked I was struck with its difficulty. Very fun, though. I'm assuming I'll get better at some point, and it will be even more fun, because when I'm finished I'll have pretty things instead of supposed-to-be-a-cylinder-but-looks-like-a-misshapen-bowl things. But hey, to quote my instructor: "If it has walls, and could hold water, then consider it a success." So, success!
And it's only the first night. Plenty of time for improvement.
You know how people say that throwing pottery is a lot more difficult than it looks? Those people are right. Even going into this assuming that it would be harder than it looked I was struck with its difficulty. Very fun, though. I'm assuming I'll get better at some point, and it will be even more fun, because when I'm finished I'll have pretty things instead of supposed-to-be-a-cylinder-but-looks-like-a-misshapen-bowl things. But hey, to quote my instructor: "If it has walls, and could hold water, then consider it a success." So, success!
And it's only the first night. Plenty of time for improvement.
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