Monday, February 24, 2014
The kids are outside a lot these days, and with the snow off the ground, there's a few people tilling gardens and, like we are, burning the litter that mysteriously accumulates all over the field over the months of winter.
Mulch is brown and patches of grass getting green, and the old things we keep around are looking charming again.
I like these days.
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
The process of renewing an educator license is one of many steps and in some cases, many locations. I hatched a plan to take some time for a bike ride down the Provo River after getting another set of stupid fingerprints taken for yet another ridiculous background check.
The process at Provo School District's office took only a little time after a hours and fifteen on the road, but the sun was strong, the air fragrant, and the sky beautiful to and from the lake.
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Walks in the neighborhood he formerly occupied before moving to Florida, antique pipes, beautiful little cups with Japanese plum infused liquor made this brewing/bottling trip as pleasant as could be imagined.
Thanks to the man who communes with, well, his view of Jehovah.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Just a day later, one of my dearest students of my college career surprised me while on a whirlwind tour of the US as she celebrates her Baccalaureate in Economics back home in Japan. Kaho is always welcome wherever I may be, and not least because her kindness and poise just seems to increase as she accumulates success.
Amazing people. Many loves to them, wherever they may find themselves.
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