Common things, a flower, a gleam of moonlight, the song of a bird, not things rare and remote, are means with which the deeper levels of life are touched so that they spring up as desire and thought. (Mr Dewey in Public and it’s Problems)
Spring air has got me a little dreamy, and the warmth and the retreating ice (not caps/shelf, just the slick thick stuff all over MA) has made me feel like a party. John Dewey’s comments on art, and a conversation with Mark about the percentage happiness my lily adds to my life, got me thinking. My list of common happy things would read;
Stargazer lily in empty whiskey bottle
One or three pieces of lime slice (my new favourite sugar form that incorporates shortbread, the Edmonds Cook Book lemon cheese pudding, minus the milk, and limes)
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I’d also add having a Sunday sleep on a couch bathed in spring sun with lime slice on hand.
In the vein of a week of spring weather I have a new resolve to not get stressed about getting my thesis in by June 30th. I’ll do my best but if there is lots to do (once my supervisors have read it) it wont matter all that much. Really. I’ve applied for three eight-ten hour a week jobs today, which hopefully someone replies to, which will be used to fund an end of study May trip to Nantucket/or the Grand Canyon/somewhere warm. I’ve finished a paper and almost another, and am going through my thesis like an I- doubt-qualitative-work-medical-scientist-judge. Did that sound like I was making a list of why everything is good? It is amazing what temperatures above zero can do. Now you should go and bake that slice. It is everything you ever dreamed of.
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