Please excuse the gratuitous photos of foggy ocean views, again. Be assured that I’ve now exhausted the file I took a week or so ago — I just couldn’t resist sharing the eerie, beautiful, calm.. . . after all, who can’t use more calm, right? For full calming effect, try clicking to “embiggen” — photos were taken with my Nikon DSLR, so they enlarge quite nicely and you can disappear into those grey waves.
I LOVE the extra hour we get this weekend, although I will be frustrated by my body’s lethargic adjustment to the clock change over the next few days. . . Yesterday, I managed a 25-kilometre run, which chewed up an entire three hours! Today, I’m playing catch-up with a stack of essays I’d like to return to students by Thursday. And later today, I’m even hoping I might get a chance to prep a What I Wore post for next week, as the week is going to be a busy one: Granddad Pater will be in Vanc’r baby-sitting two little granddaughters, and then he’s bringing the “I’m Four and 11/12ths” girl back over for a few island days. Can’t wait!
Meanwhile, though, I’m looking back at what I posted this past week. If you’ve had a busy week as well, perhaps you haven’t yet had a chance to read my sheepish complaints about minor (bourgeois!) problems.
I followed that post up by really putting my complaints in perspective with this vignette I wrote about an encounter with A Sleeper in the City. Both these posts are different kinds of writing than much of what I do here, and I was pleased with the difference, I have to admit. I’ve been trying to stretch my way around the margins of this blog and see what directions I want to move it in. An ongoing project, so I’m curious to see responses.
And finally, I did manage to post another Five Things Friday, and it’s definitely a mixed bag (books, opera, fall fruit, knits, granddaughters, carnivorous mammals). I like the way this particular meme accommodates so much random material. . . . does Random sound any better if we call it Eclectic?
Now back to my marking — and I have a massage scheduled for early afternoon, gloriously a massage that is on-island so that I only have to bike back home a kilometre rather than boat back from town. Even more gloriously, my island masseuse has recently been incorporating hot stones. Have you had a hot-stone massage yet? I won’t claim they’re life-changing, but they’re A. Very. Good. Thing.
Dear Materfamilias (couldn't find your name),
I am glad that you posted those beautiful serene photos of the sea! As to clock-change: I have mixed feelings about it – biorhythm is somehow disturbed, though I always feel the winter-time is the 'right' time.
I see that you have many themes on your blog (as I on my mainblog 'berlinletters) – so I'll follow you gladly. Britta
Oh, yes, so many themes here — eclectic, I guess we might kindly call my blog. I'll be sure to check yours out as well. Thanks for commenting, Frances
I have had a hot stone massage at The Wikkininnish and the Fairmont Empress…both sublime. I could have one a week!
The weather looks calm after the storm…rather calmer wind wise here too today.
Oh, me too, a hot stone massage every week would keep the blissed-out smile on my face constantly!
I enjoyed the extra hour of sleep on Sunday morning, but, like you, will struggle with the adjustment over the next couple of days. On the plus side, I was awake before my 5:40 alarm on a Monday morning for once. That massage sounds wonderful!
True enough — the mornings are a bit easier the week after Fall Falls Back!
I love these grey, foggy photos. So calm. Just like a hot stone massage – a treat that is still ahead for me, someday.
I'm off to catch up on posts after being away.
Grey fog is calming, but you'll really have to check out the slightly warmer pleasures of a hot stone massage!
Beautifully atmospheric images. Just lovely
As to the change in the hour – I love it when the clocks go back (and again when they go forward) because they really mark the turning of the year for me. Now it is time to embrace the dark and the cold and to find great delight in the occasion bright days that take us by surprise. Sunny days from now on feel like unexpected treats and we cannot get too many of those.
And I've just had one such – a trip to London and a lunch at a riverside pub. Almost, but not quite, warm enough still to sit outside in the sun.
It's true — I never quite concede that the seasons have turned until that jolt into darkness by 6 (and swiftly moving earlier and earlier). And it does make the sunny days that much more enjoyable.
I'm picturing you in London, lunching by the river . . . envious! I think we'll have to include London in next year's travel plans.
Oh how serene and beautiful! I love the photos. As to the time change, today I feel like I have been run over by a truck, because I can't seem to get my internal clock back to normal although Sunday was glorious and I had energy to spare. That I went to a concert last night, which was fabulous — Chanticleer — and felt like I was venturing home in the wee hours although it was only 10:30 when I left, did not help. I'm glad to be back on normal time though and I'm really not a fan of daylight savings time generally and the moving forward and back specifically. I wish we'd just accept the flow of time and learn to adapt, but perhaps I'm feeling a tad curmudgeonly this morning.
A friend's book launch was last night, and I had every intention of attending, but it was at 7:30, which felt like 8:30 to me and I knew I would be severely cranky by the end of the evening, so I sent a note instead (I'd already bought and read the book so was able to mitigate somewhat by saying good things about the wriitng) . . . all of which is to say that my curmudgeon salutes your curmudgeon. (and it's good to hear that you are getting out and about, taking courses, going to opera screenings and concerts. . . .)