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March 6--Little brass bell
Mar. 6th, 2020 06:44 amI was listening to something on NPR the other day--a show called Radiolab. It was the occasion of one of their hosts retiring. His name is Robert Kulwich. At one point, they were talking about a little book he has kept for years and years, where he writes things that deserve some kind of attention. They're actually little awards he gives out in his head to things that catch his attention. I liked that.
It made me think about writing here, and the joy it brings me, especially when it is the small inconsequential stuff I am writing about. Every once in a while I drift away from that, and then it gets harder to write anything, until I sit here one day and can't think of a thing. And then months go by, and I remember the little things again.
In the mornings, before I leave for work, I walk out to the front yard with my coffee and look up at the sky for a few moments. If it is still dark, I look at the stars and see how they are doing. If it is already light, I look to see if it will be a clear day or a cloudy day. Daylight savings time always messes that up. Spring forward this Sunday.
Today, it is mostly clear, with some patchy infiltrates. It's supposed to rain a bit this weekend--something we haven't seen for a while. I always welcome rain. I'll be home tomorrow anyway, so it will be a good day to get things done. Things like baking something.
We celebrated our wedding anniversary on the 29th (leap day). It's been 12 years--a year longer than I was married the first time around. We spent the night in Half Moon Bay, which is south of San Francisco. We had a nice dinner at Sam's Chowder House, and got up the next morning and walked along the beach for a while before heading into The City to get some pork buns at our favorite Chinese bakery in the Sunset district.
I should be on my way to work about now, but we are off for the week because of two students in quarantine, and not being sure who was exposed. The students are fine--no symptoms. I still have to go into the hospital to set up some preceptorships, but other than that, free day.
It made me think about writing here, and the joy it brings me, especially when it is the small inconsequential stuff I am writing about. Every once in a while I drift away from that, and then it gets harder to write anything, until I sit here one day and can't think of a thing. And then months go by, and I remember the little things again.
In the mornings, before I leave for work, I walk out to the front yard with my coffee and look up at the sky for a few moments. If it is still dark, I look at the stars and see how they are doing. If it is already light, I look to see if it will be a clear day or a cloudy day. Daylight savings time always messes that up. Spring forward this Sunday.
Today, it is mostly clear, with some patchy infiltrates. It's supposed to rain a bit this weekend--something we haven't seen for a while. I always welcome rain. I'll be home tomorrow anyway, so it will be a good day to get things done. Things like baking something.
We celebrated our wedding anniversary on the 29th (leap day). It's been 12 years--a year longer than I was married the first time around. We spent the night in Half Moon Bay, which is south of San Francisco. We had a nice dinner at Sam's Chowder House, and got up the next morning and walked along the beach for a while before heading into The City to get some pork buns at our favorite Chinese bakery in the Sunset district.
I should be on my way to work about now, but we are off for the week because of two students in quarantine, and not being sure who was exposed. The students are fine--no symptoms. I still have to go into the hospital to set up some preceptorships, but other than that, free day.
