big skies

Big skies. Scarlet Gilia and Indian Paintbrush. Writing. It’s where I’ll be all week. Tweet

Saturday ::

Went to sleep last night with the dizzy images of the Olympic opening ceremony.The awe-inspiring precision, the vastness, the almost eery unison of the performers left me feeling both wonder-filled and anxious. The little children, handing the Chinese flag over to the soldirers… shivers. Woke up to sun. The twelfth day of sun all summer. [...]

Friday ::

* An iced decaf latte tasted good today. This is miraculous. * Bought orchids for my new studio space (we’re shuffeling rooms, repainting, etc.) * My pants no longer fit, but I’m not really showing. In other words, I look chubby around my middle. So attractive. It’s all about the bella band now. * Am [...]

Thursday ::

More thunder. The kind that rips things. That takes your breath away. That follows the same jagged streak through the sky that the lightneing took. Feeling slightly better today, but terrified that if I say so the horrible morning sickness gods will smite me down. Watched the end of So You Think You Can Dance [...]

Wednesday ::

I felt reasonable today, and as a result accomplished seven times what I have been typically accomplishing every day. As in: completed & turned in 2 manuscripts, finished an article, and completely set my classroom up. That last part took me almost the whole day. My back is rediculously sore from pushing metal desks and [...]