Ocean

And again, I am too tired to write with care here, on Ocean . The day is too full to acknowledge in any proper way. You’re left with fragmen...

The wind howled, the pelts of rain came down hard. It was a nasty day. And yet... The floors glistened, the furnace rallied. I mo...

I must admit, it’s absolutely delightful to have my older girl working on campus. Sometimes, weeks pass and I don’t see her in school, and ...

There has been a lot of buying and selling taking place via my computer. I sold six dining room chairs this week-end. I have no need for din...

Quiet, but not farmhouse quiet. Condo quiet. I’ve been up since... what, three? It’s getting close to that hour again. I am looking around a...

My mother tells me (on the phone, from Berkeley) – you better not have early morning classes. How can you dig yourself out of your farmhouse...

Big heat wave. Eighty degrees in the afternoon. So odd, so wonderful, all at the same time. It’s the day to push things forward at the far...

Oh, you old farmhouse! How long have we been chiseling away, nailing, sanding, staining, sealing? Since December? You’re not nearly finished...

Well, we’re getting there. The day surely had bright spots today. Good friends lurking in the background sold me on life, you could say. A...

Classes start early and end late for me on Thursdays. But it is (usually) the last teaching day in the week and so when all is over and done...

I admit it – I’m driving the car more. In three weeks, I went through a whole tank of gas. (Before, it would take me three months. Or longe...

 The same song keeps running through my head: I’m fixing a hole where the rain gets in... it stops my mind from wondering... Maybe you know ...

  I say to Ed very very early this morning: I have to finish work on my lecture, then pay bills, tidy up, then we can stop by Menards so w...

Every morning, I pack three cartons of books and we haul them to the farmhouse. Three a day now means fewer boxes to pack and leave to the m...

Gas mask on. Hand goes back and forth, up and down. For five hours I condition then seal the wood in the upstairs door frames of the farmhou...

I am in love with this month. A semester ends, flowers appear at a fast and furious pace, the farmers market moves outdoors. The world, my w...

I can do this now! I can get on the bus after work and come down to Chicago for a late dinner with my younger daughter! Even though, really,...

Ed thinks I’m unabashedly optimistic, but I truly believe we are now seeing the final stages of the farmhouse project rolling toward complet...