It's been a week of moments both surreal and serene. Let me record some of them:
--Last night as I was driving home at dusk, which is late on these summer days, I saw a nun walking down my street. There's a motherhouse (right term?) 7 or 8 blocks away, but they're not usually walking down my block. I parked the car in my driveway and walked towards her. We had a charming encounter. For more, see this blog post on my theology blog.
--A week ago, I heard a colleague address the baby in a different colleague's womb. I've been making a quilt for the wrong gender baby! Or I should say, I've been making a quilt for a girl, and she's having a boy. The fabric for the back is much too girly for a boy (pastel butterflies and a glittery sheen). Happily, I have a different quilt top almost done. After a quick trip to the fabric store, I now have fabric that's much better for a boy.
--I've been loving the pictures of Pluto and Pluto's moons. It seems more complex than it once did. Will we promote it back to planetary status?
--A colleague and I were brainstorming about writing a self-help book, a Who Moved My Cheese?--but without any animals. We're both tired of animal metaphors being used to explain humans-in-office-captivity behavior. I suggested: Who Demoted My Pluto?
--I've heard "Spirit in the Sky" several times. What a great song! When I start my mandolin punk band, that will be one of the first songs we will cover.
--I'm also hearing Billy Joel belt out "Piano Man" at every turn. Why is this song playing so many places? I used to love it, but now I'm growing weary.
--I am oddly sore this morning. On Wednesday, we had a different kind of spin class. We were on the bike for 8 minutes, then we did some light weight work for 8 minutes and then 20-40 push ups or planks. Clearly, I should do this more often, judging by the soreness. I'm not working these muscles much.
--It has been a week where I missed more spin classes than I attended. On Monday, I went to a last breakfast at the beach with Mom and Dad. On Tuesday, a meeting with Math faculty went long. Last night, I went out to celebrate the career of a colleague who is retiring. Next week I'll get back to a more disciplined exercise life.
--Speaking of spin class, it is time to get myself together and out the door. Hard to believe that it's Friday already--and hard to believe we're almost to August.
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