Into the Wild Wood and Home Again

51 and rainy... sure is nice to have it warm, but it's soggy! I spent a lovely hour on Zoom last night with an old friend who lives in Canada. We had a lovely, wide-ranging conversation, everything from TS Eliot's "The Wasteland" to favorite series on Britbox. Such fun to chat with someone who is widely read! One topic we touched on is the loss of regional dialects in spoken language. In times past, one could at least determine what country a speaker was from, and even the region of the country. Even more particular, people used to be able to pinpoint what county (parish, borough, etc.)-- but not so much anymore. We agreed that the loss of specific regional speech patterns and accents is cause for sadness. People are far more mobile in today's modern life, and we have radio, television, the internet-- all ways of blending speech into a more homogenized, non-descript sound. I remember being in college and having a conversation with a young man who hailed from Tenne...

It's Wednesday, warm (!), and damp-- the grass is green, like spiky emeralds. The bees are gathering tree pollen, and it's "just spring--"  Speaking of cummings, we took a long look at [in Just--] the other day in class. Kids are so uncomfortable with the experimental spacing. But they eventually got it. One kid, who has zero past experience with poetry and who always has a (yes, I'll say it) stupid comment, was convinced that there is a clown (the balloon man), and that sparked a whole Pennywise diatribe... ah, seniors. They revert to childlike behavior. And I want to domino smack them sometimes.  Today, we'll wander around in Frost poems. Maybe there will not be a stupid remark today. I sure hope so. I cannot fathom why boys (it's usually boys) who are not sure of themselves in poetry must tear it all down to their level, all for a joke. Gah. Good luck in college, kid. Hanging in there... and I hope you do, too. The news cycle is setting my teeth on ed...

 Mid-40s, muddy, but springish.  It's no secret I have some chronic pain things (ankle, knee) which, especially when I've either overdone it by walking/climbing stairs or if it's really damp, are troublesome. OK, so four loads of laundry up and down stairs on Sunday, coupled with marching around Walmart, added to days of rain... yeah, ow. So yesterday, Holly was curious, and said that she couldn't wait until all the things that hurt me were all better. I told her they likely would not ever be, but most of the time it's not too bad. She countered with "so, you're going to stay old? and get old and old and old?"  Yes, dear, I am. That's the way it works.  It nearly broke my heart. I love her so much, and I'd rather not get old and unable to keep up. This summer, before I get more "old," we are going to do everything I can that will make for the best summer ever. She is more than worth it. Have a good day, friends. Love to all. C

Monday-- 39 degrees and raining, and it's been raining all night. Greening up the lawns and trees, pushing up crocuses and daffies... but also muddy and wet. Days like this, I'm grateful I no longer live on a dirt road a mile from pavement as I did from the age of 12 until I got married.  Yesterday, G and I went out for an afternoon coffee, and while we were out, we braved Walmart. Ugh. Hate that store-- it's huge, the floors are concrete, and there's just so much STUFF. That said, G needed a bike helmet. His doctor has been after him to increase his sustained activity (as if 12 hour shifts hauling five gallon buckets of paint isn't enough, but yeah), so he's got his bike up and ready to go. Which is, of course, another good reason not to live on a dirt road-- pavement is kinder to ride on. We also got him a mirror/light thingy too-- safety is a good thing, especially if one is hard of hearing. At any rate, ugh, the store, but okay, we found what we needed (and ...

Prayer for Divine Mercy Sunday O Father, we humbly come before You, yearning for Your boundless compassion to envelop our hearts. May Your love heal our wounds and guide us in kindness towards others. Help us to reflect Your mercy in our actions, and grant us the strength to extend grace even in our trials. Fill us with Your spirit of compassion, that we may be vessels of Your love. Amen. I watched the vigil for peace yesterday, and Pope Leo XIV had a wonderful "reflection" he offered. He quoted several former popes' words regarding peace; those who think that the Pope is too "woke" would be surprised to realize that the missions of mercy, compassion, and social justice have always been the cornerstone of the Church. Now, I understand that historically, the actions of the Church and her hierarchy have not upheld the missions-- sometime the church's actions have been tragically flawed. But isn't that because the church is made up of human beings? We are n...

As predicted, it's wet and under 40 degrees at the moment. I pray that the sun comes out earlier than expected, but I'm a realist, too. Holly, Tim, and I will wend our way to Lisbon to the Community Field so that Holly can get to tee ball practice. I've promised a quick stop at Wildflour for a snack after. She's also heading to the movies today to see the Mario thing-- and I'll be heading to the grocery store to forage for sustenance. Saturday, y'know. I'd like to go out for dinner, too-- it's been a crazy busy week, and I'm feeling quite tired. And tomorrow I read at church. Then there's the monthly pancake breakfast!  Where do weekends go, anyhow?  I have a stack of 12 papers to read this weekend, and a bit of general housework, too. I wonder how those people whose social media photos declare that they go here or there and do all this fun and crazy stuff on weekends-- how do they keep their regular life moving along? I wonder if I'm doing ...