Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Extremes



It has been warm enough that spring was fooled and thought it time to start, and then surprise! A blizzard passes nearby and leaves us snow and cold.

A Christmas paradoxical gift, to have both flowers and snow within less than a week. Seems very appropriate for a holiday celebrating the extreme of the Maker of the Cosmos entering it in the skin of a helpless baby dependent on the hospitality of a cave.

Merry Christmas!

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Snail Mail



A lovely mailbox I passed while walking down the street in Florence. "La Sorgente" means "The Source" or "The Spring." I have no idea what significance that had in this case, but it was so cute, I took a picture.

It seems that my sorgente has about dried up, but I assure anyone reading this that it has not. I constantly think of things I would like to write about. It's just a matter of time, i.e., my time is very limited. Well, that's not true, is it? We all have the same amount of time. My time is very much filled with other activities right now.

It hardly seems fair, though, that I could turn in a 20-page research paper and not have time to write  a paragraph or two for my blog.

So, on the theme of mailboxes, this is more like a postcard than a letter, but at least I know my blog still exists, and any remaining readers will know that I still exist.

And tomorrow I take the exam, and next week I will finish the project, and then for at least a little while, I will have a bit of time in the evenings not spoken for. Maybe my Christmas present to myself will be to reminisce and write about the rest of this Italy trip.

Arrivederci!