I changed my morning schedule a bit. I'm not going to the farmer's market because I've got a lemon blueberry yogurt loaf in the oven.
I've really been enjoying getting a walk in before the sun gets very high in the sky. Even here in the mountains, it gets warm/hot and muggy once the sun rises. I've been capturing some really cool pictures. Below is the sun coming through clear glass onto a wall of gray cinderblock, even though it looks like I'm capturing stained glass.
Here's the longer perspective:
And I'm the first to get whatever black raspberries have ripened since the last time I walked.
This morning, I was walking and texting a friend who has been mostly homebound recovering from hip replacement surgery. We talked about 19th century writers who wrote in bed and wondered how they could do that. We talked about 19th century approaches to dental care.
But most important, we talked about the best ways to remain human in an age of AI and how to create projects for students that keep them embodied--and to create assignments that are more cheating resistant. I talked about Dorothy Wordsworth's journals and got the idea of having students compare them to Thoreau's Walden Pond journal. I want them also to keep a journal to see what it's like and then write about it all.
It was a good text exchange. Of course, we're looking forward to a time when we can meet face to face, but that's not this summer. I think it's funny that we were texting about 19th century writers who kept painstaking journals. There might be a seed of a poem there.
I've sketched out the rough outline of my Composition class for Fall, and I'm excited. I've got a huge chunk of time in October with the notation "creative stuff." I'm looking forward to trying out these ideas. And my friend is putting together a research project that would have her come to my campus to see what we are doing.
Even if it doesn't all come to pass, it's fun to dream on a summer morning at the end of June.
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