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Neighbor's tree


What is it about spring that makes me want to do nothing but take photos? Perhaps it's the loveliness of these buds that appeared on my next door neighbor's tree, seemingly bursting into being sometime between last night and this morning. Our hawthorn tree has been slowly putting out leaves for weeks now, but the tree next door was utterly dormant until it was suddenly covered in these pink buds.

Or maybe it's the lightness of sitting around the house right now in bare feet and a linen t-shirt--finally free of all the winter layers. Or the lightness I feel knowing that tomorrow I will teach my last class of the semester. After that, I'll just have to wrap up the grading and then I'm done. Although I've been frustrated at times by the irregular schedule of this class, I've enjoyed it more than any other teaching gig I've had. I'll be glad to be done for the summer, sure, but I feel so much less end-of-semester burnout than I've ever felt before. But it will be good to be done--I've almost entirely shelved my own writing while I've been teaching, so it's time to start getting back to that.

New growth


Or maybe it's this little bit of loveliness: new leaves I spotted today on a plant I had given up for dead.

What else has been going on? )
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I wonder if I'm really cut out for this kind of thing. This whole baring of one's soul on the internet kind of thing... I want to update this frequently enough to keep it interesting, but I don't just want to write "I got home from work yesterday and did laundry, and then I read for a while, and then I made dinner, and then I watched a baseball game." And the baseball game was damn disappointing too. The White Sox lost to the Twins again, and they just played really poorly, particularly defensively. I think they don't do well on the artificial turf, but they better overcome that today, because I really don't want to see us get swept by the Twins. It will make me very unhappy if I go all the way to Chicago to watch them this weekend and they're back in the kind of slump they were in at the start of the season.

My oh my, lots of baseball ramblings... I have been thinking a lot about baseball recently, both because this week is sandwiched in between my two trips to watch the Sox and because I just finished Doris Kearns Goodwin's memoir "Wait Till Next Year" about growing up as a Dodgers fan in Brooklyn in the fifties, and the way that baseball was the foundation for her relationship with her father. Just like how baseball and Bob Dylan are the foundations for my relationship with my father. I was sitting at Camden Yards last saturday, it was hot and sunny, the ballpark was beautiful, and my dad was buying me fresh-squeezed lemonade just as if I were still 12 years old. It was by far the best moment I have had in a long long time.
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