I’m having that annual “Omigosh, that’s where I left it!” moment. It’s 55 degrees and overcast and I need to run downtown to drop off some dry cleaning and buy some coffee beans. I put on my leather jacket and THERE IT IS! A little box I bought in Rome that I figured I’d left in Rome, since it wasn’t in any of my suitcases.
Raining again. I’m glad I live on high ground.
One of the least pleasant things about being abroad is being without Amazon Prime. So before I left Rome I went to my shopping cart and started hitting CHECKOUT. Luckily, I moderated my desires so that I only got about 5 boxes delivered while I was funeraling in Chattanooga. But my own kind of specialized life would be less possible without Mr. Bezos and his Prime shipping.
Upstate New York doesn’t get much more beautiful than this.
I walked down to the marina and back this afternoon. First, view back into the outlet of the Cayuga-Seneca Canal (the city Marina is just inside and to the left). Second, view out with the breakwater on the right.
I’m lucky – I’m a Ph.d. who ended up (lightening strike!) in a place I enjoy a lot of the time. Now if I could just get more than a single week off in March . . . .
So Sunday night I slept too little – I went to bed at midnight and woke up at 3, never to get back to sleep. Last night I went to bed at 10:30 (and it was work to stay up that late) and got out of bed at 8:05 (I’d gotten up in the night to go to the bathroom once). Both mornings I’ve been equally groggy and useless. UGH.
. . . I made it home – and the wifi is working.
Christmas doorway at #13, thanks to the Presbyterian Church’s Wassail Bowl sale., a photo by Michael Tinkler on Flickr.
Christmas decoration efficiency . . . the Presbyterian Church’s Wassail Bowl sale opened at 10 – I ran across at 9:57 and got into the (heated, thankfully) anteroom. They let us in at 10 and I zipped over to the wreath display, where I competed with upstairs neighbors and colleagues and colleagues’ spouses for the wreath of my choice. I think I liked the ribbon on Hazel Gunn’s even more than the one I got, but my door looks good.
Total time? 15 minutes!
This was yesterday on the way home. Every year, the snowflakes show less and less on my hair . . . où sont les neiges d’antan?
We seem to have dodged the snowpocalypse – the weather maps are all much re-designed.
This morning the temperature is 32.2 degrees but the snow is falling steadily. I think it’s accumulating where there was already snow, but sidewalks and streets are staying clear (if slushy). I don’t have to go outside until later, when I need to walk a sick friend’s dog.
I had to take a walk or I would have just died!
. . . it’s kind of sweet if 6 or 7 of you are singing an a cappella arrangement of “My Girl.”
Mid-40s and overcast all day – but the rain all the weather folk predicted hasn’t shown up yet.
I started the day at a Board of Trustees session on our curricular review and reform. Somehow I got assigned 5 minutes to explain the current curriculum. I only took about 6. Of course, when I do it for a first year seminar, I spend about half an hour the first day and lots of little chunks thereafter. Still, I’m pleased with how the committee-from-purgatory has rounded out – and we already have one volunteer to run for the 5 open faculty positions on the Committee for Curricular Review and Reform.
The rest of the day – grey.
. . . and I keep looking up thinking I’ve seen a snowflake in my peripheral vision. But they’re just locust leaves.