Archive: February, 2010

To Knead or Not To Knead

Posted February 20th, 2010

My Dear One decided to bake. I noticed because there were a couple of plastic buckets left over from some construction job in the oven—a sure sign of yeast at work. For whatever reason—cabin fever, a short supply of good rye bread in the freezer, the sudden urge to make up for previous failures–he quietly…

For the Long Haul

Posted February 17th, 2010

The four-dozen roses bought from the expensive on-line purveyor arrived promptly on Thursday, February 4 as promised. They were quickly extracted with their sweet attar from the protective packaging and ice packs; there was a small amount of extra greenery; the red roses came with Baby’s Breath and the pink with something prettier I couldn’t…

Restless

Posted February 10th, 2010

It is not that there is nothing to do; indeed, there is far too much that needs to be done. I need to reconfigure class schedules to deal with days lost to snow, to write lectures for classes starting in less than two weeks, to sort through messes on tables and boxes still unpacked almost…

With This Ring

Posted February 8th, 2010

Snow came down for twenty-four hours. The storm started around two-thirty or quarter to three On February 5. At three-oh-five on February 6, I put the chicken in the oven to roast. It may have been the changed quality of the light that caught my eye: the air was clear, no flakes tumbling and slanting…

5 February 2010

Posted February 5th, 2010

7:10 am There is a winter storm warning for central Maryland in effect from ten a.m. today through ten p.m. tomorrow. Meteorologists predict two to four inches of snow by tonight, eighteen to twenty-four inches in all, and blizzard conditions. Schools throughout the region will be closing two hours early so that students are home…

The plan is no back-up plan

Posted February 3rd, 2010

The weather report for Saturday, our wedding day, is ominous. It snowed steadily yesterday afternoon, a sifting of silver against the pewter sky. Before I went to bed I peered out the sidelights of the front door. All was white, all was soft in the bright lamplight. The air was already mild before breakfast as…