. Spinning .

Friend Neha should be wheeling across Pennsylvania right now, coming home from Seton Hill for spring break.  It would be nicer, I suppose, if Tunxis and SH could get their scheduled breaks more in sync, but then again, I’m sure Neha would like to see so many friends among the crew back here, as well as hopefully sit in on a class or two.

And I suppose, I’ll have to make good on my cookie offer.

People who change at the sight of a dollar.

Change that’s not for the good.

Getting whacked with a shovel on your way out of the hole.

Or tripping on the very top step.

Losing your grip.

And sliding all the way down.

Writing, watching and listening to Jim Croce on PBS.  Always was one of my favorites.  "Time in a Bottle" is one of the loveliest songs I’ve ever heard.

This artist wrote most of his songs, and each held a story, sang in a voice that had a slightly warbly sensitive sound.  But it was the story in the lyrics that was pure poetry.

I have the sand that Andy gave me in the hour that he died.  A wind-cut icy Saturday January morning.  In between the breaths I gave him back I never thought to thank him.

The sand I poured to store inside July’s sun umbrella stand.  I couldn’t find the scoop nor heart to spread it on the walk.  I sit in summer heated breeze out on the patio, beneath the cold shade of the umbrella.

In the straining light of a birthing sun, baby blue snow, baby pink sky–congratulations!  It’s a day!

Itty bit slippery out there tonight.  I’m not used to driving on snow or ice, because for almost twenty years I’ve had a home business and simply didn’t  go out because I didn’t have to.  But Greenie performed like a champ; a Honda CRV (yes, an SUV that gets 25 mpg and passes emissions tests with flying colors, has excellent visibility, is not oversized so it’s not in anyone’s way, I need the four-wheel drive and I need a car capable of carrying client’s work, anything I stick in from Home Depot, everything needed for a long weekend away, and a decent sized Christmas tree–though not all at once, so forget ragging on me about SUV’s).  I felt completely comfortable driving it, and though 4-wheelers are not NOT going to slide on ice, it’s a safer vehicle–especially for someone who’s terrified because they’re not used to slippery conditions.

So there.

I’ll have to come back and delete this entry, but I’m sitting here giggling my head off despite the fact that within 15 minutes after I shoveled the driveway the damn snowplow came by to fling the mud back on it and it started snowing again, but there’s nobody else I can share this with, and I can’t even explain it here…

Suffice it to say that I just received an e-mail with the agenda for the Writers Festival and noticed a new entry that cuts into one of my classes.  What’s hysterical is the hour and fifteen minutes they’ve alloted to this presentation…

I’m serving on the Festival committee and am wondering if I need hire a couple of guards…

I want to live long enough to see this: 

Engineers devise invisibility shield by Philip Ball
Electron effects could stop objects from scattering light.

Just think how that changes everything–how it will affect literature by taking invisibility out of the realm of sci fi. 

(via Marginal Revolution)