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This week is the last week of classes before finals and so I have been caught up in the whirlwind of it all. I have a great many things to do, but not more than it is possible to manage which stands out in stark contrast to my midterm exams. If anything it is the life tasks pulling me under rather than the school tasks. I am eagerly looking forward to the end of this semester which has been hard and unpleasant in even more ways than I anticipated. I've been considering trying to take an online class overlapped with my other classes in order to better prepare myself for what I need to do in terms of extra work outside of regular enrollment but I'm concerned that 5 classes and two jobs may be too much. Luckily I have a little bit of time before I have to decide. I have also been considering archiving parts of this blog on wordpress since it's easier to manage in a lot of ways. I will update as necessary. The future looks bright and I can't wait to get there. 

Links
Marvel and ESPN have joined forces and it's pretty great! Plus I was happy to discover many of my favorites (subjects and artists) made the list.
NPR's book concierge is out and I'm really happy about because more books are just what I need.
It's gift season. I've been looking at this general homemade gift board and this weekend knitting and crochet one
I'm really attached to the idea of making molten halva lava cakes when I get home for the holidays, my family will likely be less enthused. 


Poem of the week 

Maggie Says There's No Such Thing as Winter
BY JANET MCNALLY
 
If you believe in snow, you have to believe
in water as it's meant to be, loosed
 
from clouds arranged like asphodel. Because that's
what it's like to come back: a slow
 
surfacing, memory spiraling away. You can sleep
so long, whole seasons are forgotten
 
like a hospital-room plaster, spidered
with cracks in Portugal shapes. You can love
 
sleep like water, love your heavy limbs
pushing river and ocean aside.
 
After Maggie woke, the doctors had her stringing
bracelets of semiprecious beads, and she
 
couldn't stop counting the kinds of blue.
Here, summer, in the high shade of a ginko,
 
she pulls up a handful of stones on silk
and we drink grapefruit seltzer, listening
 
to the tinny chime of bubbles
rising to the air. She can't remember
 
autumn, so we tell her someday this tree will drop
its fan-shaped leaves all at once,
 
golden in the October crush
of every plant's frantic strip show. Later
 
we'll see mountains through the scrim of empty
branches, and if we can look straight up
 
into the atmosphere, see the same plain old sky
revolving. When we ask Maggie what color it is
 
she always says iolite, picturing beads
like raindrops, shining azure on the table.
 
She forgets that sometimes things don't stay
where you leave them, that the sky fades
 
to white even before snow begins
to fall. It's hard, but we have to tell her
 
even sapphires don't glow blue
without some kind of help.
 
 
Source: Some Girls (White Pine Press, 2015)
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 Given that November will end in only a few days, I feel okay giving a summary of the month today when I sort of have time. I'm going to try a new method of summarizing, we'll see if it sticks. 

November has been a long month. It feels like it's been a million years since the beginning of the month. November stretches from hell week through midterms to Thanksgiving break. I desperately wanted to do NaNoWriMo but it simply wasn't to be. I was able to find other ways to be creative and I had a good year at the craft fair even though it was quite a haul to get there. The weather was unseasonably warm for most of the month and once the play was over, I was able to find more time for myself. Here's looking forward to December. 

November by the Numbers
Number of times I felt like giving up - embarrassingly high
Number of nights I went to bed before midnight - maybe 5
Number of times I regretted ever signing up for theatre - so many
Number of successful performances of Flare Path - 3
Number of hours spent fighting with the printer - at least 12
Number of days I called in sick to work - 2
Number of classes I skipped - 1
Number of times I went from school to home or home to school - 6
Number of parents who visited me 3
Number of friends times I went out on the weekend - 1
Number of plays seen 2 (counting Flare Path
Number of tests failed - miraculously 0
Number of overdue library books - 2
Number of late assignments - 0 
Number of books read - 6
Number of things I have to be thankful for - too many to count

Poem of the Week
Barter
SARA TEASDALE
Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
 
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
 
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.
 
Links
StoryCorps is a national storytelling initiative 
Top ten fictional weather events makes for fun reading
This food and travel blog has beautiful photos 
I miss crocheting I don't really have time but I can't help but look at pinterest boards and dream
These little moles are so sweet 


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