This pin was Gma Kelly’s. It’s one of the first things i acquired from her jewelry collection when Gpa Kelly insisted i look it over.
The weekend in Seattle was dismally rainy and very windy. Yesterday was much calmer and more pleasant. Today is dreadful again. I’m wearing a dress i usually like and which i pair with my beloved blue platform shoes; but going to class and back i’m slopping around in knee-high wellington boots, and sitting in the classroom staring at the fabric of this dress i’m coming to the conclusion that that it’s probably time to bid this 20-year-old garment good-bye because it’s too prone to wrinkling and i’m tired of taking 30 minutes to iron it.
Then class is finished and i’m wrapping myself up in my scarf layers for the trek across campus in the chilly rain. And what do i do?
I gash my thumb across the sharp top of this pin. Not a huge gouge, but it’s bigger than a scratch and it bled and it requires a bandage for the time being.
Just that sort of day where even beloved things scratch you when you’re least expecting it.
I love pencils, but what do you do with them when they get this small? Right now the smallest still rests against against my index finger knuckle when i write, but each of these pencils is starting to get a little uncomfortable to hold. And i still cannot quite bring myself to throw them away, which is probably how i wound up with 5 of them in this state.
Why hasn’t someone invented a pencil handle that i could fit a shortened pencil into so i can still write with it until it’s down to a nub??
I’ve been wanting to arrange the music “corner” something like this for years. Finally decided to get the shelves to do it, only to have the project spiral into ~3 weekends for various reasons. Really nice to also have that artwork up on the wall as well. This wall has been 1 giant white/cream blank spot since we moved in here 10 years ago.
On the shelves on the left: phonograph, (small) collection of vinyl albums. On the top shelf on the wall: harp, bongo, collection of recorders/tin whistles/various small wind instruments; 1 maraca. On the lower wall shelf: antique xylophone (black case), my student flute (brown case). Hanging in the middle is my backpacking guitar, which i kept forgetting i had because it was packed in its bag and tucked behind all this other stuff when i stored it all on the piano. The 4 prints on the right are by Juli Adams. The print in the middle is a Japanese print that Andy’s had for awhile.
(Apologies for the picture being a little dark and murky. My phone seems to be dying. Yay.)
Everytime someone opens the front door i smell the sea.
Some genmaicha, fruit & cheese, crappy (but strangely delicious) ramen, Basho’s Narrow Road to the Deep North.
Years ago i worked in the UW’s Registration Office. Every spring, i’d get parents who’d ask, toward the end of the conversation, “And are the cherry blossoms out yet??” Every spring! Over and over, the same question!! I didn’t work anywhere near where the cherry blossoms are on campus so i had no idea. Moreover, who cares if there are cherry trees blooming on campus?? I love blooming trees, don’t get me wrong, but come on.
Then i switched jobs to an office that was closer to the Quad, which is where the much-heard-about cherry blossoms are. The 1st spring that i worked there i decided to randomly walk thru’ the Quad on my way home, just because it was one of the 1st nice days that year — a sunny day, warm enough to not need a coat.
I walked across Red Square. Past Suzzallo Library, past Kane Hall. Toward the steps up to the Quad….
I came to a dead standstill for a few seconds. Then i started walking around, near-breathless. Getting giddier and giddier. Getting practically tipsy.
These pictures are crap — tho’ today was sunny the lighting in the Quad was horrible, and i was just using my phone anyway. But, y’know? I really don’t know how to convey to you just what an amazing experience it is to stand there in the middle of the Quad surrounded by trees that are just bursting all over with light-pink flowers. It’s like you’re walking amongst clouds. You’re practically floating. And the scent! It takes you a moment at 1st to realize that the air is different, and then you slowly realize you’re smelling millions of tiny blossoms.
It is sublime. It’s transcendent. It leaves me buoyant.
If you are ever in Seattle in early spring, you must — MUST — visit the UW campus to see the cherry blossoms in the Quad. Bring a blanket and a picnic (but no sake — it’s a state school, so campus is dry). Make an afternoon of it.