Lots of flour. I’m working on my first ‘San Francisco’ Sourdough, a multiple day project. The sourdough is growing growing growing- shipping some off to St Louis tomorrow, but if anyone else wants any please comment!
In other news: I biked to North Station from my house in Somerville in 24 minutes this morning! And I’ve decided to devote more energy to blogging for work, daily posts with book reviews and kids’ art. Happy Thursday, All!
PS: Patrick claims that the antique linoleum in my little kitchen is made out of Scottish whales. I have no idea what that means, but I like the way it looks.
As of this writing I’m planning to move back to the North Shore in September. I will have had a five month stint as a city resident and commuter during which time some might say I made my life needlessly exhausting and complicated. However, I was running several simultaneous experiments which have yielded positive and useful results.
living in Somerville with old friends for the summer is fun
lunching with Caper is a housing priority
attained greater and nuanced appreciation for my job and the community I work in.
If I think of how many times I’ve moved I feel very tired. But if I think of today where I am in my happy treehouse apartment writing on the deck in a breeze with a big cup of coffee- no problem. Each move brings more insight and new opportunities. As my poor patrons know, I’m a physical learner: rearranging the furniture and the books helps me think.
Couldn’t get too close to Jasper the barred owl- but a Raptor program with fifty kids is a fine way to spend an hour on a Friday afternoon. They asked awesome questions: i.e. Do you ever get more than one owl in an egg?
Further research is needed.
I also really liked how his keeper coordinated her wardrobe to owl colors.
It’s very hot and I’m going to go find air-conditioning now. Although I haven’t been blogging too much, I think of you often. How are you? Please keep me informed.
Love, Emily.
P.S. if I had a book club for adults would you be in it?
I am now free from the bonds of car ownership! Thank you, blue car, for your months of service- but some people are just not meant to own cars. I’m focusing on being a better biker and also divesting of even more possessions since I’m moving at the end of the summer. Again. Move #16ish. and counting.
“1. How can I get closer to making my job and my vocation be the same thing?
2. What am I doing to become an even more robust and confident version of myself?”
The boyfriend is very practical and pragmatic. He also instructed me the other week to subscribe to my freewill astrology so he wouldn’t have to read it to me over the phone when the news was urgent. This week’s forecast is clear instructions- unfortunately all the changing and growing I’ve been doing this year is just the start.
Job vs. vocation is most vexing and lately I’ve been soothing myself with the ideas a) I’m very lucky to have any job. b) my job is often satisfying intellectually emotionally and communitywise. Sooooo- isn’t that enough for now? Do I really neeeeed to get paid to make feminist comedies? That sounds much more difficult than just going to work everyday. Evidence that I’ve been doing Summer Reading for 30 years.
Lots of flour. I’m working on my first ‘San Francisco’ Sourdough, a multiple day project. The sourdough is growing growing growing- shipping some off to St Louis tomorrow, but if anyone else wants any please comment!
