Showing posts with label coasting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label coasting. Show all posts

23.8.10

yes,



i've mentioned this before:
the end of summer.

tomorrow, for us, it is
official. school starts.

of course, the weather
today took a turn for the
top of the thermometer (as
it so often does the week the
empty classrooms creak open
again). so much, i now realize,
to look forward to. so many good
things to look back upon. all in all:
it's been quite lovely, hasn't it?






a Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun



9.8.10

wake-up call

Laura Scott Wade, the director of ethics for a national medical organization in Chicago, said that six months ago her son, Lincoln, then 3 1/2, got so tired of her promises to get off the computer in "just one more minute" that he resorted to the kind of tactic parents typically use.

"He makes me set the timer on the microwave," Ms. Wade said. "And when it dings he'll say, 'Come on,' and he'll say, 'Don't bring your phone.' "







via
caterina



(and i think to myself:
my god, it's summer.
the days are still long.
the weather here has been,
honestly,
heavenly.
how lucky are we?
and i am in front of a screen?
a quick drive down a country road,
the words of another blogger i much respect,
and this quip from Lincoln
jog my senses back to reality.)






16.4.10

9.4.10

coasting



We have been all about
Easter vacation around
here, lately, and most
efforts have been going
to enjoying the time with
loved ones far and near;
sometimes you prep for
these things for weeks,
don't you, and then they
go by so very quickly?
That's pretty much the
case right now. While
we are still enjoying
the luxury of the next
few days of visits, and
I continue to coast in
posts (hence my pro-
clivity for sending you
elsewhere for the last
several pages at least) . .
well, thought I'd share
more favorites now &
say tschüss for a bit or so.


p&c




(I've added an illustration below -- a great
favorite by the exceedingly remarkable
Ivan Terestchenko -- that might better explain

Thank you, Little Augury,
for the image & your magnificent taste.)