Sunday, November 3, 2013
Sunday, Time Change, Looking Forward, Looking Back
Please excuse the gratuitous photos of foggy ocean views, again. Be assured that I've now exhausted the file I took a week or so ago -- I just couldn't resist sharing the eerie, beautiful, calm.. . . after all, who can't use more calm, right? For full calming effect, try clicking to "embiggen" -- photos were taken with my Nikon DSLR, so they enlarge quite nicely and you can disappear into those grey waves.
I LOVE the extra hour we get this weekend, although I will be frustrated by my body's lethargic adjustment to the clock change over the next few days. . . Yesterday, I managed a 25-kilometre run, which chewed up an entire three hours! Today, I'm playing catch-up with a stack of essays I'd like to return to students by Thursday. And later today, I'm even hoping I might get a chance to prep a What I Wore post for next week, as the week is going to be a busy one: Granddad Pater will be in Vanc'r baby-sitting two little granddaughters, and then he's bringing the "I'm Four and 11/12ths" girl back over for a few island days. Can't wait!
Meanwhile, though, I'm looking back at what I posted this past week. If you've had a busy week as well, perhaps you haven't yet had a chance to read my sheepish complaints about minor (bourgeois!) problems.
I followed that post up by really putting my complaints in perspective with this vignette I wrote about an encounter with A Sleeper in the City. Both these posts are different kinds of writing than much of what I do here, and I was pleased with the difference, I have to admit. I've been trying to stretch my way around the margins of this blog and see what directions I want to move it in. An ongoing project, so I'm curious to see responses.
And finally, I did manage to post another Five Things Friday, and it's definitely a mixed bag (books, opera, fall fruit, knits, granddaughters, carnivorous mammals). I like the way this particular meme accommodates so much random material. . . . does Random sound any better if we call it Eclectic?
Now back to my marking -- and I have a massage scheduled for early afternoon, gloriously a massage that is on-island so that I only have to bike back home a kilometre rather than boat back from town. Even more gloriously, my island masseuse has recently been incorporating hot stones. Have you had a hot-stone massage yet? I won't claim they're life-changing, but they're A. Very. Good. Thing.