Christmas!

A flip video camera, a couple of jumpsuits, a card game, a hand-knitted neck warmer.

We filmed our "Thulson Christmas Minute," and traced some geese. We leave on the train tonight.

Here is our puppy:

At home (in six days!) I will spend time with young ones and old ones.
Here it is cold. If I were homeless, I would instead have this sleeping bag.

I'm missing the ability to crochet, a Marlene Reidel poster, and sandals

Slow day

"Moonlight is sculpture." —Nathaniel Hawthorne

I work in my college's library, and sometimes when there's not much to do I slip into the stacks and read Mary Oliver poems or chapters of Jane Austen. Today I loved Mary's poem. The spirit "needs/ the metaphor of the body."

We have a lot of snow here, and everywhere looks different now. There's white, and ice, and broken tree branches. Lace is pretty in the snow.
In just a few more days I will be flying home to Denver for the holidays.

Snow

Sitting in a dark room, looking out at the snow falling.


Via my mom:
"...for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs." -George Eliot, Middlemarch

Tie-Dye

Shabd's clothes are so expensive but so remarkable. I would enjoy a sky-skirt.

I love you whale sweater