Wednesday, November 30, 2005

more providentials and some funny things

So, after a longer-than-anticiapted weekend it's back to the reality that is new hampshire. chicago is flat, dull and is plagued by sporadic weather patterns. there are far too many strip malls. i am glad i did not move there (aside from the sweet-as job factor). however, there were good things and they are pictured here:


my christmas tree! [my brother put a million lights on]

funny things:


1. due to the inconvenience of having my flight cancelled monday (AFTER i was dropped off at the airport), i got to stay an extra night at home, beat kathy cathey in boggle one more time, sit in the economy plus section of the airplane, and not have to be at work til 1 on tuesday.

2. i returned to nh to realize that it is now officially winter. snow patches on the ground, the salty film on cars, frosty breath and the dull brown and grey tones that neutralize the scenery. it is also the perfect season for jazz.

3. when i finally got home, i was greeted by 2 adorable children who were overly excited to see me. priceless. i then proceeded to go to my room and reacquaint myself with my baby (my new 'puter), only to find that in my absense a crayon had been left on my desk, and not just any crayon- a cerulean crayon. this is providential b/c cerualean is my absolute favorite crayon color in the whole world. what are the odds?

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

busiest travel day of the year : 7:11 a.m.

providential occurances:

1. waking up at 5:33 a.m.– 3 minutes you are supposed to be leaving for the airport
2. being alone on the road except for the snow
3. securing one of the last parking spots and having the shuttle pull up as you are getting out of your car and therefore
4. making your flight (even though it is the farthest gate down the terminal)
5. getting safely home before the madness


1. 5:33 a.m.
2. trying to bring one's cup of coffee through security. (i woudnt recommend this)
3. having your gate be the last one in the terminal
4. the deceit of having lines of people "board the plane", then getting on the jetway and realizing that's where they all still are
5. coach. and having 2 empty rows in front of you b/c it's "economy class" and "a different rate" according to our prestigious flight attendant/steward man.
6. sitting in the middle seat. when you have a pulled back muscle. and having your elbow getting chummy with the elbow of the man next to you.

it's good to be home.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

photographic memory

to you, this picture probably looks like a very pretty place. that is because you have the distinct privilege of not knowing where it is, and not having any physical or emotional associations with it what so ever.

aren't you lucky.

this is outside of where i work. do not be deceived: one is not to judge a work environment [souly] for it's view. it just fascinates me that 2 people can look at the same photo, and one can be completely unaffected while the other is sent reeling into waves of memory. [unfortunetely in this case, not the best ones ever]

i will say– in defense of this lovely scene– that this picture for me represents freedom i long for. i stare out the big paned window at that sunlit field fighting the urge to just run out the door and into the glowing grass. due to circumstances including that of a closed-minded neighbor, i have yet to accomlish such a zealous feat.

the best pictures are the ones that speak a thousand words only to the soul who knows them.

Sunday, November 20, 2005


sometimes there are no words left.

to be alone deep in thought is often the best remedy for an anxious heart.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

sweetest decline

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas

this is how the moon looked tonight. well, sort of. i took this photo while driving (i like to live dangerously) so it's sub-par.

nothing like a blustery november day when you can roll down your windows and let the balmy breeze whip your hair around. smells of warm air, firesmoke and bubble gum. the half-hidden moon between low hanging orange clouds.

who says november isn't gorgeous. this was just the end of my day. the beginning was just as rewarding. thick with a fog that wasn't eerie like the dark and warm-y weather i welcomed through an open door this afternoon. no, it was beautiful and restored a peace with nature. glorifying the stately trees still retaining their autumn diginity, not yet weatherbeaten and tired. this noted subtlety provided encouragement as i brace for the descent. a bittersweet shift into winter. the anticipation of snow and holidays and being curled up with hot chocolate are visions which fade into the daunting l e n g t h of coldness. dreary and gray.

autumn is our season champion, winter has it's triumphant moments... but let's not forget the simply delightful , delightfully simple, days along the way.