Posts Tagged ‘Sprocket’
A New Way of Seeing
Wow, am I cranky. Peeps, I am so cranky I can hardly believe it. I think I would be lying if I said I don’t know why, so I’ll just try to talk you through it. 1. I am scheduled to do a half-marathon on trail October 2. That’s this weekend, and I have been [Read More]
We now return you to your regularly scheduled ‘blog
Hi there. Coherency will now fly out the window as I update my life to my three followers. First, some photos and a small comment on friendship: I have known Kelsey since October 2008, when we went through our ShelterBox 3-day assessment together. Our paths diverged from [Read More]
Perhaps our last snow day
It was near fifty degrees out yesterday, so Jim and Sprocket and I went for a stroll at a nature preserve that I’ve been reading a lot about, but haven’t actually visited myself. The Teatown Lake Reservation is in Ossining, New York. They are the hosts of [Read More]
Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009: Word or phrase
December 17: Word or phrase. A word that encapsulates your year. “2009 was _____.” Yes, please! I know it doesn’t exactly flow. But when I think back over 2009, I specifically remember a post that Lara had up on her site that ended with “Bring [Read More]
Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009: Place
December 11 The best place. A coffee shop? A pub? A retreat center? A cubicle? A nook? I really had to think about this one. In the end, I picked the most mundane of places: our current apartment. Back in Chicago, we lived in a huge, drafty 1400-square-foot spot. It was a [Read More]
Gwen Bell’s Best of 2009: Album
December 10: Album of the year. What’s rocking your world? I have purchased only a few albums this year, and a lot of them aren’t new. I guess I look at music the same way I look at books. There are so many great ones out there already that I don’t feel [Read More]
Things I Acquired This Weekend
BICYCLE! Head and chest cold Bruises Questionable photographs New vernacular HOW does one acquire so many fabulous, varied, tangible and intangible things in the space of one weekend, you ask? The answer is simple: FAT TIRE NARNIA. What *is* Fat Tire Narnia? Well. [Read More]
Labor Day shenanigans
The perils of coming home from a long trip abroad on the eve of a long weekend are such: wasted hours sleeping; hours spent half-awake; susceptibility and a remarkable weakness toward the suggestion to drink. Witness last night’s labor-day BBQ at Stuart and [Read More]
Crumbs in my keyboard…
…bees in my bonnet. I had a dream last night that Jim and I were in a triathlon. It was some kind of weird triathlon/adventure-racing hybrid, though, because there was underwater bush-whacking involved. My friend Pamela was there, for some reason, likely because she [Read More]
