i called my professor a smartass today...

...as in, out loud.

...in front of the whole class.

I didn't mean to.

It just came out.

Other students heard me.

And so did the professor.

I think I had Tourette's for a minute.

the closing of the cabin

Last weekend we closed up the cabin.

Which is sad/hopeful.

We stocked it up with firewood, in the hopes that we will be able to ski in, climb through the window, and spend a couple of cozy days inside.

But one never knows what the next season will bring.

quote for the day

'Puritanism: The haunting fear that someone, somewhere, may be happy.'

--H. L. Mencken

i think it would be cool to have...

...a long conversation with a Tibetan monk.

quote/thought for the day

'Perhaps it was a truth of life that the house you mourned
was the one where you became yourself.'

--Ann Packer
Songs Without Words

saturday night on the boulevard

Thank you Melody Joy. Now, at our house, making pasta=thinking of Mel.

random stuff that is oddly related

For my Psychology class I am supposed to be doing a genogram for my own family. This is a rather daunting prospect. The name of the class is Family Therapy. Every time I attend class I leave there blown away. Sometimes I think therapy should be a requirement. For everyone. As in, you get it in kindergarten. No wait--pre-school.


Brad sent me a quote the other day that I cannot get out of my mind. Here it is:

The earth, and we long with it, will be saved not by the over-achieving and violent ambition of Cain's family line, but by the humble, simple, and unsophisticated way of life of Seth and his descendants--a people whose only accomplishment worth writing about is that they pray and live their lives in such a way that they can produce someone about whom they say,'she walked with God', or 'his life was characterized by an uncommon intimacy with The Maker.' --Chris Erdman


I continue to spend one day every week with Grampo since Grams died. He has been telling me stories from our family's past. More and more I am struck by the realization that I come from a long line of crazy Italians.

back from the beach.

It was a very nice trip. Wonderful, I would even say.

And as Brad put it as we drove away from the coast, "I'm sad to be leaving but also happy to be going home."

I'm calling that good.

(Yes, Jason... that's your pastor you hear in the background. Another great sermon podcast from Menlo Park Pres... though the coon remained unimpressed and seemingly unconverted)