What? The 7th of December? Already? Where have I been?
I have baked. Cake-like from British Columbia, these are spicy and good. They are not too sweet, and so some of us here are tempted to have them with coffee over breakfast. Ahem.
I have finished writing a grant proposal. One of those major undertakings that is probably all for naught, except that bits of it can be exhumed for smaller grant-writing purposes. This one felt particularly fruitless because it has to pass through an intermediary committee before being shunted on up to the granting-organization, and I am quite certain that mine is not the only proposal before the committee. And they can only shunt on up one. Got the distinct sense I had just given them more to read than they were hoping for, thank you very much, when I handed the thing off. Oh well.
Immediately after the grant proposal, I cobbled together a paper assignment for November’s class. It was not difficult, just time-consuming in that it (as paper assignments often do) required a bunch of minutes in a row. You may call these “blocks of time”? They are foreign objects around here. Still I found a couple of them, and lo and behold, at the end there was a paper. Not a great one, but a done one, and that’s all that mattered with the deadline looming.
Then there was docent-training that required a bit of study of a painting in the gallery’s collection for a trial-run at presenting the object to a group of “4th graders” who were really just the other people learning to be docents. Daunting. But done. All five minutes of it. And next week two more… for fifteen minutes.
The weather is turning colder. Carmen the dog and I saw a fat raccoon at least twice her size crossing the street, going from yard to yard as bold as you please in the drizzle a couple of days ago. Wilder and wilder. Carmen was ready to take it on and wanted to have it in the worst way. I just wanted a photo… but of course we could not get too close to it.
And I am fighting off a cold. Not succeeding at it, but fighting nonetheless. It’s a painful process…