But I thought the need for feminism was over!
(Thanks to friend JL who linked it on Facebook.)
But I thought the need for feminism was over!
(Thanks to friend JL who linked it on Facebook.)
Teaching in DC is getting more soul-crushingly depressing by the day. I just got finished with an hour long rant with B. I have no more stories to write now, only frustration. UGH.
Well, two books that begin their own series …
(I’m cross-posting this from my Tarot blog.)
This card and its description remind me of a poem (a sonnet in iambic pentameter) that I wrote way back in my senior year of high school:

I stand upon the rough edge of the peak,
The rock cuts into my bare feet, fragile.
Above, through lowly clouds, I wish to seek
A thing that, when I see, will make me smile.
The ocean roars, and now my trembling knees
Do threaten to undo themselves, and I
Will fall into the merciless, foul seas,
And that much further I’ll be from the sky.
But what will happen when I leap in faith?
Will wings of angels catch me ere I fall,
Or will the chains of earth be as a wraith
And curse me to a never-ending brawl?
I can’t resist the urge to leap, to try,
So powerfully I hear the call to fly.
My sister sent this link to me. I feel it captures my attitude towards responsibilities quite well.
A snippet (minus the author’s masterful illustrations):
But a few times a year, I spontaneously decide that I’m ready to be a real adult. I don’t know why I decide this; it always ends terribly for me. But I do it anyway. I sit myself down and tell myself how I’m going to start cleaning the house every day and paying my bills on time and replying to emails before my inbox reaches quadruple digits. Schedules are drafted. Day-planners are purchased. I stock up on fancy food because I’m also planning on morphing into a master chef and actually cooking instead of just eating nachos for dinner every night. I prepare for my new life as an adult like some people prepare for the apocalypse.
I have not always been the type to have tons of social plans and outings. I usually prefer evenings at home with a book (or, as it is more recently, with my guitar), or watching a movie or some TV with B. However, lately I’ve been making concerted efforts to have a life outside of school, despite very short evenings (due to long days) and weekends spent juggling some more work and chores. My plan: I need to have something to do every weekend. Not only is it something to look forward to on rough school days, but this gives me something to think about other than my students when I’m not at work. In addition, I get to socialize with grown-ups by doing grown-up things (sooooo necessary).
This weekend: going out to lunch with a friend.
Next weekend: Renaissance Faire with some of B’s relatives and his parents
Weekend after: Mabon/Autumnal Equinox ceremony and celebration
Weekend after that: 5 year anniversary plans (yay!), including dinner out and classical music concert at the Kennedy Center
While on our recent visit to Western Mass, we went to lunch at a local country market (our favorite place for sandwiches), and happened to sit outside at the same time that a bird show for a kid’s birthday party was being set up. (This man’s license plate very clearly stated the presenter’s title of “BIRDMAN,” which we thought was excellent.)
It was actually a great show, featuring birds who were all injured in some way or another. Had we gone to a zoo and saw a bird presentation, we might have seen more flying but we wouldn’t have seen them nearly so close. Though only a row of people were seated in front of us (not including the front row of children seated on the ground), the birdman kindly brought some birds to us in the “back row” so we could see the birds from a mere foot or two away. Gorgeous!
I’m usually the camera person, but was eating ice cream and so B took these photos.
Last weekend B and I went to Western Massachusetts, where we moved from a year ago. It was great to be back again, and I couldn’t stop ogling the pastoral scenery, complete with a backdrop of little wooded mountains (the ones that I refer to as hills, which they are in comparison to the Rockies back home).
Here are some photos from the trip:

B and our friend J, who was kind enough to host us. Both of them are wearing college orientation shirts (different years of course). Most of our T-shirts seem to be college orientation shirts from attending and working at the college.
I was very sad to realize that my camera was set to a small photo size for these photos, otherwise I’d be making prints of the ones with B & me ASAP. We seem to have under 10 photos of us together in our entire time of dating, sigh.
My mom and her new husband visited recently. One of the touristy things we did is go to the National Aquarium in Baltimore. Some photos below:
Love at first sight
Shy little guy
Cute, but this guy’s got nothing on sea otters
Jelly