I thought maybe it varied by state. I recall when I moved from Massachusetts in my 30s, I was shocked to discover they not everyone goes back to school the Wednesday after Labor Day. Granted some years, if we’d had a lot of snow days to make up it felt like we’d in school until July.

And 45ish minutes later and the alarm has finally stopped. Odds of getting back to sleep grim.

😲 The photograph alone activated my fear of heights but enjoy!

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That sounds so wonderfully wholesome. My Grinch-like heart just grew 💗

I think it stuck in my memory because at the time I was a relatively poor kid who didn’t have a lot of choice re: clothing and a fair bit of my clothing was used before thrifting was popular. Funny what the mind chooses to retain. Meanwhile, I can barely remember what day it is.

I’m old old and this sparked a memory of a similar assignment in middle school. One of the popular girls wrote a very well detailed guide on buying new clothes (like checking for any irregularities, loose threads, loose buttons). I don’t even remember what I wrote about.

Beak size is another difference. As someone else once told me “Crows are a bird with a beak. Ravens are a beak attached to a bird”

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I’m delighted to see you you both.

Same!

one fine day I’ll return to MA and while I’ll
miss all the great, free museums in DC, I will enjoy once again having access to the Whaling Museum (they’ve had some great exhibits in the last couple of years), Gardner Museum, Peabody Essex and cannot wait to some day visit the Gorey House.

Basically huffing my santal 26 candle because it reminds me of my restful stay at Life House in the Berkshires when election anxiety was looming but far enough in the future that it was easier to escape for a few days.

Sadly, my move is complete (aside from some unpacking and furniture procurement and/or assembly) just in time for the election anxiety to hit full-force. At least I was able to distract myself for a few weeks.

I’ve been fascinated with Bella da Costa Greene since I read an article about her in the New Yorker over 20 years ago. I read the bio “An Illuminated Life.” I’ve planned a trip to NYC next month just to see the exhibition, but wish that I could also attend the symposium.

Seriously, I’m beginning to think that the auroras are punking me at this point.