We've eaten all the others. This one will probably disappear with breakfast tomorrow.
February 2011 Archives
Rumbling crash, then silence, then a steady hiss of rain on winter branches. Thunderstorm rolling in to town this evening - after a beautiful day, good sleeping weather. More thunder. Plenty of projects and plans for the work week ahead, but for now, I'm thinking about my library book and then sleep.
Rising or setting? I guess it depends on whether your computer faces East or West.
A pink grapefruit is like the sun come down to the kitchen counter - especially at a time of year when our weather seems to alternate flurries and sleet. (I'm ready for flowers.)
On top of the bookcase. I think it may have been white when my husband was little. Gray now, with worn spots, but full of character.
Monumental. Maybe because I was thinking of cityscapes earlier this evening? Or perhaps in honor of tomorrow's space shuttle launch? (And this isn't even a full-sized tube, but one of the little sample-sized ones we get from the dentist's office.)
Tomorrow I have volunteered to teach some middle school students four useful knots. One of them is the bowline - a loop which won't slide or come undone. (I had to learn to tie a bowline as a kid, so that I'd be allowed to take the rowboat out into the cove.)
From our third floor attic windows we look out through chimneys and treetops at taller buildings and a church spire in the distance. Late this afternoon, the freezing rain turned to heavy snow. We may get half a foot or more through the night. After 60-degree temperatures at the end of last week, a sudden return of winter.
As our bath towels get older, they get softer and finally are most comfortable just as they are about to fall into shreds.
The wire wastebasket lets me see through its sides, offering one last look at the things I'm getting rid of.
Just after work, the wind picked up. It's roaring around the house and sweeping up and down the street. Warm today - likely to be cooler tomorrow - and sunset comes later and later.
Doll at night. (She and I ought to be asleep at this hour, but her painted eyes don't close - not sure what my excuse is...)
Stuffed horse and wooden trolley on top of the bookcase.
We lost power for a while this evening - long enough to disrupt one child's homework, but not so long that we missed reading aloud at bedtime.
Our patch of urban sky is criss-crossed with phone wires and cables - the visible lines of our connection.
My daughter's boots. New oil pastels, non-water-soluble. The colors are subtler than the set I had before. I wanted to move the colors around on the page, so I used a tissue and some vegetable oil. Next time I'm at the art store, I'll get some medium and some transparent blender and see how I like using those. New materials keep me experimenting - and are just the right kind of delight for winter.
On the corner of my bureau - assorted pencils and pens.
White china marker, drawn in white china marker.
One of several work keys on my key ring. I generally try the wrong key first.
Argentine Malbec - dinner at a friend's apartment and lots of conversation.
Can I draw an apple using straight lines?
We got this as a wedding present. Younger son drinks tea, so it has seen more use in the past twelve months.
Asleep on the sofa, after a busy day.
Just after sunset, the crescent moon.
Gold plastic beads, to wear tomorrow, when the city celebrates another "Black and Gold" day. Our team plays in the SuperBowl on Sunday, and in Pittsburgh, that means at least half of the adults you see will be wearing team jerseys or other Steelers regalia. Even those of us who don't really follow football the rest of the year, get swept up in the regional spirit. Here's a link to an older version of the Steeler's Polka, if you want to get a taste of what it's like here. (And if you want more... )
As we left the house this morning, my daughter said, "Look up!" Towering apricot clouds in a blue sky. Within half an hour the wind blew gray clouds over everything, but what a splendid start to the day.
Other parts of the country got snowstorms. Or ice storms. We have had rain. I try to imagine that I can see Ryoan-Ji like patterns in the melting snow piles.
