Shorter: highlights of the week
Friday, June 29th, 2007There are mockingbirds with paint-stirer tails that fly to the tops of houses and sing. Yesterday I counted eight distinct warbles and clucks from one mockingbird.
When I walk, the sidewalks are made of cut stone, the stone that this whole town is sitting on. I picked up a piece that chipped off, and I’m going to use it to demonstrate cave-drawings to my students in the fall.
This whole week has been preposterously humid and hot. Wednesday was horribly hot, and even two torrential downpours in the afternoon left the air still hot and muggy. That night my computer situation was such that I couldn’t watch the streaming video (it’s complicated, and resolved), and just when I was deciding not to be disconsolate, another storm hit, only harder, and it was already getting dark. Scarecely thinking, I ran downstairs, shed my shoes, and went out on the lawn. In minutes I was soaked through, the rain sometimes coming in sheets that were nearly opaque. There was thunder and lightening, too, but far enough away for me. After a couple minutes, Kristy, who I wrote about early on, the one who kept asking about the POP, came off of the front steps off another building, and we ran around campus, getting buffetted by sheets of rain and leaves, and yelling. It was warm, and such a relief from the heat. When I came back in, I had to stop in the first-floor bathroom to wring out some of my clothes so that I wouldn’t leave a river behind me as I climbed the three flights of stairs. Then I took a picture of myself because there was no one else to enjoy it (Kristy had gone to her room when we came in).
And tomorrow Eryn McEntee (good friend from college) is coming down from CT, and we’re going to explore NYC together. And eat pizza, I promise.
Claire