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Of dogs and students

Last week was nuts. Just nuts. Between the schedule I was keeping and the snowy weather forcing me to carpool into town the week felt like it absolutely crawled. Tuesday evening came and I was sure – absolutely SURE – that it had to be Thursday. There was no possible way that there could still be 3 whole days left in the week!

Part of what made the week insane was that it was conference week, meeting and talking to students about their works-in-progress. It’s honestly one of my favorite parts of teaching since it gives me the chance to get to know the people in my class as more than just semi-blank faces or words on a page or screen. Not only do we talk about their work but I get to share laughs about rainbow sprinkle-covered hot cocoa, cultural criticism on everything from global warming to vegan eating habits to Rocky Horror Picture show, and to hear stories of life-changing trips overseas or of the challenges of being a first-generation college student. I drink copious amounts of coffee until I could swear that even my hair follicles are jittery and I walk away mentally and emotionally exhausted, but fulfilled and simply thinking – Wow! what a privilege!

By Thursday night, however, after juggling all that my week encompassed I found myself so overwhelmed with human contact that at one point I literally stuck my fingers in my ears and hummed to myself. (Luckily this is Bellingham and odd social behavior isn’t frowned upon as much here as it might be in other places!) So when Friday rolled around and I was able to haul my stuff over to the house where I was doggy-sitting it was such a welcome relief. Skipper, the English Lab I was watching, is probably one of the sweetest dogs I have ever met. He’s fun and peppy but incredibly easygoing. For instance, when I decided to laze in bed reading on Sunday morning he climbed up on the pillow next to me, nestled his nose against my neck and flung one limp-pawed arm across my chest. For a few moments he gazed intently at the pages of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince that I was re-reading and I could have sworn he was passing his eyes back and forth across the lines, left to right. Soon though he was snoring and twitching.

A good dose of furry critter was just what I needed. Who could resist this face, after all?


 And there’s just something about Labrador eyebrows.


Skipper, I believe, thinks he’s human. And I’m inclined to agree.

More faitfully blogging to follow (I hope).


A commentary on digital literacy…



Beautiful Machinery and a Dinosaur

Wiled away several hours yesterday watching the Barrett-Jackson Auto Auction in Scottsdale with Dad. Some truly beautiful cars, although my favorites from the 30’s and 40’s (aka gangster Fords and Chevy’s were rather few and far between and went for piddly #’s under 100 grand.) Here’s a few of the more interesting auction results:
This Corvette – a 6 speed manual, 6.2 liter V8 with the 00001 serial number – drew the highest bid of any car all weekend – a cool MILLION, to charity.


This 1963 Thunderbird concept car went to the owner of the Blackhawk Auto Museuem (from my hometown digs of the East Bay Area, CA).
And then…there was this. Not a car of course, but a robot-dino-that folds up into a tractor-trailer-and crushes cars. It cost 5 million to build and has been “entertaining” since the early 90’s. As bidding slowed down the Robosaurus was heard to growl “I need a new Daddy. If you take me home I promise not to eat any of your classic cars.” Indeed… would you trust the word of somethin’ that looks like this? 😉



View off Fidalgo Island

Took a drive today down Chuckanut Ridge and through the lowlands of Skagit County down to the first destination point of Washington Park on the tip of Fidalgo Island. I’ve never seen so many Madrona trees in one place! We took the loop around the park and on one side the water was boiling, a true sea-foam green complete with white foam caught up and blown by the wind. Here, though, on the bluff facing southwest, all was calm.


After leaving the park we wound around the marina until we came to a fork in the road. “Home or pie?” were the choices. Pie, of course! This is Greenbank Farm on Whidbey Island just below Coupeville, with a local artist co-op, antigue store, pie cafe and wine tasting corner. They have some of the most delicious apple pie ever, the perfect blend of cinnamon and sugar, sweet and tart, topped with raw sugar.
Mmmmm….sorry, no picture of the pie. It didn’t last long enough.
(BTW Wednesday Jan. 23 is National Pie Day…as the flyer at the shop read, “share random acts of pieness!”)


The local fowl, however, hung around long enough to have their photo taken.


On the way home, the sun gradually came out and the moon rose in the sky. Having grown up in the smoggy Bay Area of Northern CA I sometimes do a double-take when I see the cerulean blue tones that the skies up here sometimes take on. But Deception Pass was the most stunning view all day.


 I’m always fascinated by the way that the always-present but usually invisible movement of currents and eddies becomes visible here. Watching a vessel attempt to navigate these challenging waters always reminds me of the trip I took with family years ago in which we had to make our way back to the marina in Anacortes in thick fog using the GPS and nautical charts since visibility was null.  I was in charge of honking the fog horn regularly… I may be obtuse, but it was a blast (no pun intended)! Some day I want to sail/motor through Deception Pass.


Probably my favorite photo of the day. I love three day weekends – the bookworm gets to rediscover the world again, if only for a bit. A bit is enough, though, when it’s this beautiful.


The official photographer of the family is…


When my aunt, uncle, and cousin Joy and her kids were visiting after Christmas we went to visit our grandparents (both of whom are over 90). Joy’s daughter Ashley, who is 5 years old, took this candid photo of myself, Joy, Grandma, and the back of Joy’s son James. What amazes me is the photos that Ashley can take! She doesn’t take random shots that cut off heads or other random body parts but she always composes her shots (“Aunt Mandy get closer to Mommy”). More than that  the phots she takes are often among the best photos of people and her candid shots – like this one – are wonderful. That look on Joy’s face is a totally characteristic expression (it conjures up the laugh that goes along with it) and even Grandma looks engaged (most of the time she isn’t.) If she lived closer I think I’d make Ash my official event photographer.

By the by, in case you’re wondering, the picture in the background is me at about 3. Grandma has always adored it because she thinks I’m praying. It was only recently that I finally told her that actually that was my pouty-face. She was non-plussed; a benefit of being 90 and having dementia, I suppose. 🙂