Yep. It’s March. Almost April, in fact. Here’s a string of photos that pretty much captures what we’ve been up to since my last post:
Quite the winter. Lots of shoveling, and several stunning sunsets.
For my birthday, two of my favorite people gave me a mug that they made with (among other things) Boh’s face on it. I adore it.
Boh has been napping…hard.
And I’ve been working.
Also, it was my birthday, and a dear friend baked me a cake!
And Boh napped some more.
A student who is taking a class in the greenhouses on campus brought me tulips.
Fog sitting low.
More dog sweetness. Happy spring, folks.
If you have to write a dissertation, I recommend doing it this way. Seriously.
Working from the porch means you get to watch the sunset.
This morning, I fried two eggs, added a little bit of green chile, and took it out to the porch.
It was a little chilly, so I pulled on my first handknit sweater. (This is how I know it is really fall.)
Fall (okay, and playtime with my neighbor’s dog) makes Boh sleepy. (I wish you could hear the snoring.) Another sign of fall?
Roasted tomatoes on homemade pizza. With gorgonzola.
Also, scalloped tomatoes with croutons. I love this recipe. In conclusion, I love fall. (In case you can’t tell, it feels really good to set aside grading and fellowship applications, even if only for a couple of days, and get back to my project. I need to remember this, and aim for a bit more balance in my work-life.)
One of my resolutions for 2012 is to develop a writing practice. Writing a dissertation is really different from writing a colloquium paper, or a seminar paper, or a conference paper, or an article draft. I’m not going to sit down and crank this out in a couple of weeks, deadline looming. And even if I could do that, I certainly don’t want to. This is my primary job for the next few years, and I want to like doing it. Which means I need a rhythm, a routine. And now that I’m done with my fall semester and its accompanying whirlwind of research travel, it is time to get settled — and serious — about developing the habits I’d most like to have as a writer, teacher, and historian. And so far so good. I snapped this picture this afternoon, before beginning day 3 of plan write-every-day. Right now, the goal is to form the habit. I’m not necessarily writing the dissertation yet, but I’m writing about it, and thinking in a more dedicated and targeted way about my sources, my actors, and my argument(s). And it feels good to me. (Note to self: remember this feeling.)
Here’s another shot of the office, from the porch looking in. I took this because of the view I was enjoying looking out on Monday. See?
So lovely. I was too busy writing to capture today’s afternoon and early evening light, but it was beautiful — sort of like this, but with flurries of snow.
And because in theory, we all show up here because there is knitting, here’s what I wore to campus (first day back there since the end of August) today: my stripe study shawl, boots, leggings, a dress, and a slouchy sweater. It was nice to say hello to the folks in the office, chat with my chair, and cross a bunch of logistical things off my list. Hooray!
Time for dinner, some knitting, and a book.
Extra hard, you might say, with a work companion like this guy. I swear he gets cuter all the time. The good news? All those hours spent staring at my screen yesterday are turning into a bit more productivity today. And that’s despite having an absolutely lovely handspun sock to work on:
This might be the prettiest sock I’ve ever knit. It makes me want to spin sock yarn. Which I’ll do. After I’m done with this prospectus. Back to it!
Last night, after a frustrating couple of hours at the coffee shop, I looked up and realized it was 8:30. I packed up, rushed home, found the lighter and gathered my candles, and turned off the lights to participate in Earth Hour. (WordPress doesn’t want to let me insert a link, so check out http://www.earthhour.org for details.) Basically, people all around the world turned off the lights at (their) 8:30 pm. I spent an hour reading Lois Lowry’s The Giver by candlelight in the kitchen. (One of my reading groups is discussing this next week.)
I should turn off the lights more often — I needed to be reminded of bigger things, to focus on something more important than this exam.
More glimpses of the week:
Brain food: Friday’s breakfast.
Boh and a pile of books.
Boh had the right idea this morning — to not get out of bed. I am so tired. I have a lot of writing to do today, because my hope is to spend Monday editing, formatting footnotes, and all-around prettifying this paper before I turn it in on Tuesday morning. Almost there. (Well, with the first exam.)
All I can conclude from Boh’s behavior is that he feels very strongly about Progressive Era historiography. Me too, Boh. Me too.
Time to pour the coffee and begin day 5.
The word of the day is onward. A few glimpses of yesterday:
Homemade pesto from last summer’s farm haul.
Boh at the end of the day. From the look of him, you’d think he was the one struggling to stay on task.