I dip my pen in the blackest ink, because I'm not afraid of falling into my inkpot. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Hello all, and welcome to a little corner of my world. I like Emerson’s ink quote although I can’t easily explain why. It just has a profound ring to it. As time passes, I put less and less into this blog, and a little corner of my life gets even smaller. Flagstaff is still here, and each day the peaks appear, as reliably as dawn itself . The unassuming beauty of the high country still enthralls me although, I admit, it stops me in my tracks less often than during my first year here.
A lot of good things have happened since Thanksgiving. I was given an unexpected pay raise, next semester’s schedule is coming together, and grades are okay in spite of my concerns. I was elected president of the alumni club, which I’m pretty excited about. The campus bike is winterized and already has a healthy coating of road grime and slush scum. Healthy, in order to deter thieves. But it’s still warm. The snow is disappearing fast with none in the forecast. I look at the skis standing in the corners of my room but still no snow comes.
Winter is filling up already. Travel will take a long time. There’s an online class that will take a bit of diligence to complete. I still have an accounting project to finish over the break, scholarships to apply for, and schedules and agendas to make. Such is life. I could spend days in New York and DC but might have to be content with several day trips. Joy is spending all day in a huge art museum but chances of that happening are narrowing. There’s a list of people I want to see, want to window-gaze with, want to catch a Union Square performance with, want to sip perfect espresso art with, want to mingle among M Ave. furs with on a chilly day next to the canal. It will be a great vacation if one of these things happen, an unforgettable vacation if two or more occur. Rain would be welcome.