Staying Warm

Seasonal Affective Disorder--it's real, you know. I think anyone who lives in Grove City, Pennsylvania can testify to that fact right now. I'm not sure why it's snowing in the middle of April, but I don't like it one bit. As Dr. Graham said to me last Wednesday--"Eliot was right, 'April is the cruelest month.'" Never has a poet spoken truer words.

Today Suzanne and I looked out the window to see a poor fellow walking to the cafeteria wrapped in a blanket. I barely resisted the urge to do the same.

I admit to procrastinating on my pile of work tonight and checking out James Joyce's Dubliners from the library. I curled up and read the first story, and it was much like the weather. Paralysis--a key image in the story. I think the weather makes me feel much the same way, gray and weak.

There is one perk I can think of to the cold. Hot tea--one of my truest loves. Were the sun out, I may not feel like it as much. So the best I can do is drink up and make sure to use cheery floral mugs.

Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair

'Twas the theme for the day and this was the dress:

As long as the weather cooperates, I shall keep up with wearing and posting joyous spring dresses.
Note that these pictures were taken prior to the massive rain (and hail!) storm we experienced today. I happened to be outside on a blanket when the rain began. I was trying to read and Ross was trying to study, except I kept interrupting him with laughter at the sheer magic of the day. We sensed the rain 'a coming and I knew a rain dance was in order. The first drops fell and I twirled in delight. Eventually, I made it inside to my room, but I couldn't stay put. I ran back out into the rain, running and dancing with delight. My dress stuck to my body like a peel to a banana, but 'twas glorious.
And throughout it all, this was the song running through my mind:

Oh, I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair. In '77 and '69 revolution was in the air. I was born too late, to a world that doesn't care, oh I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.

Much love to Chase for inadvertently introducing me to the song, as well as being all-around fabulous.

Spring!

Everyone always hears about spring cleaning, but I wonder--how many people actually do it? A lot, I suppose, but not being much of a cleaner myself, the concept was never a reality. But today I went through the large pile of clothes on my floor and in my closet and organized. The picture above is my closet arranged by ROY G BIV and ready for spring. Every dress on that hanger has been anticipating sunshine all winter. It's finally here. This dress was certainly glad to get out to play today:

Wishing you a colorful spring!

Happy Valentine's Day!

open your heart:

i'll give you a treasure

of tiniest world

a piece of forever

-e.e. cummings

Pre-Extravaganza

Suzanne didn't want to go to the Extravaganza with me, but she did. Whenever my friends do nice things they don't want to do, I tell them I'm just giving them the opportunity to be like Christ, ha! In any case, she got all beautiful and came out with me in the cold. But first we took this wonderful photo. I love how we're both wearing blues. And yes, we did our ridiculous two-person sorority greeting in the middle of the dance floor. Excellent.

He didn't see his shadow

A groundhog lineup

Yarn.

It is good to be back at school after a long break. After a month, I really was looking forward to going to classes and being back in a more "intellectual" environment (despite the mindless classes like Technology of Instruction, for example).

But it was good to be home as well, where I had the opportunity to practice more domestic pusuits, namely, knitting and cooking. The balls of yarn pictured here are on their way to becoming a tank top and legwarmers right now. But I couldn't resist sharing the simple beauty of these lovely colors with you. A ball of cotton yarn by Blue Sky is a treat indeed.