Sunday, October 10, 2010

Morning: Front Porch: Coffee=Evening:Back Yard: Surly

Saturday began bright and sunny. I eeked out an hour on the front porch in my poufy rocking chair with a cup of coffee and the newspaper online cradled in my lap. Glory!

Lachen and Aksel had an hour of hockey, and since their dad led the clinic, I felt perfectly fine leaving the ice rink, and walking across the street to school to organize my crazy mountain of mayhem, a.k.a. my desk in my classroom. I haven't had a desk at other schools, and it has a been a pain. However, my filing system of P.I.L.E.S. which I inherited from my father is now on full display for all students and administrators to see. Alas. Chink in my armor #27.

Literally traipsing across the street back to Parade Ice Arena, I had to peel off my trusty Adidas jacket. "Too hot!" (A rare utterance from the glacial ALR.) Lachen and Aksel's soccer team had a game soon after the hockey clinic, so we dashed home, changed gear, and we walked over to the soccer field while they ate sandwiches. Of course, both boys scored, and self-esteem soared. Lachen was asked to play in another game in the afternoon with older kids, and that too was a scoring event for him.

By now, it was 3:30, and still a glorious sunny day. Lachen could barely walk from fatigue, and Aksel's food crabbies were looming large. Even after a 2 hour respite at home, I conceded my hope that a art gallery opening for the evening's event was dead.

To ease my dissed self, I set myself up in the backyard Adirondack with a Surly beer, a new knitting project (because I know this warm weather isn't eternal), and the Prairie Home Companion. Musical guests: Storyhill.

 Don't think for a moment everyday is that blissful, but Saturday was. And now, Sunday is here, so I rose at 5:00 to grade papers. So many, many papers...It's grand to have two-day weekends after three years of 1/2 day weekends at St. Mark's.

Wishing you a moment in your favorite chair, with your favorite beverage, doing whatever brings you joy.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Quilt in an Art Show

One of my favorite quilt creations is being featured in a gallery at the Blake School. Click through the photo gallery to see the quilt.

Proper display really does showcase something that I would generally just curl up with on my couch. Now, the question is, will I feel guilty tucking it in around my toes after it has had its moment of glory in an art gallery?

Nope. Not a bit. Quilts are meant to be admired at lap level too.