TLDR – what began as a facebook post

I wrote this back on October 22, returning from NYC and my father-in-law’s memorial service – heaven only knows why I didn’t post it. Today as I was waiting in line for the loo on the plane as we awaited clearance to leave Detroit (where we had detoured because of the storm) a woman behind…

York – part 1

I am in York on what is apparently the museum tour to end all museum tours. I really like the city. It’s old. Really old. Like AD71 old. Roman centurion old. And before Constantine showed up, people were living here, so it’s even older than that. So, for thousands of years people have been living…

An Expotition

Sunday was a treat. Instead of bumbling my way from Harrogate to York on the train, my brother met me, and we had a motoring adventure that ended for me in York but continued a bit for Matt. Matt collected me in Harrogate at 10:00 in his rented red Nissan Juke. I, of course, moved…

Victorian Lady – Harrogate

I spent the weekend at a guesthouse in Harrogate (pronounced Harragut, like Farragut). It was in its heyday a spa city, having found what seem like a gajillion different mineral springs easily accessible in a small number of square miles. The most important was a sulphur spring that still provides water stinky enough to clear…

Theater in Dublin

I was able to see two plays in Dublin. When the bus dropped me off on O’Connell Street, I noticed that the Gate had Wilde’s A Woman of No Importance playing. Not a single ticket available to that, and I thought my scheme of just showing up and seeing plays might fall apart. But no….

Dublin

I just spent four lovely days in Dublin, learning to understand English as spoken by Dubliners and seriously geeking out about books, poetry, plays and just writing and writers in general. I arrived in the early morning on Monday and I grabbed a short nap before heading out. Over the four days I had delicious…

Cousins Gather

We have landed back at home after our road trip to South Dakota. We started on a rough note with some suspected brake problem that sent us home to trade cars. Folded like human origami we headed west. We buried Mom’s ashes in a beautiful service, stopped in Chamberlain, and ended up across the state…

Blue highways

Yesterday we interred Mom’s ashes. It was a lovely service, and it gets it’s own blog post. But traveling from Brookings to Chamberlain, our destination for the night, allowed some options, all of which took almost exactly the same amount of time. We chose route 2, mostly Blue Highways. This was lovely as it gave…

Thinking and Learning in Spain

Traveling in Spain gave me more than an opportunity to see the Alhambra. It gave me the opportunity to look at how I learn things and how I cope with challenges that are outside of my usual experiences. Shopping, dining out, asking directions, following directions, listening to tour guides, reading signs. Each time I was…

Day 3 at CMK11: Ways of Knowing

My daughter is looking at colleges. She’s someone who can choose where she wants to go to school, and yesterday’s work at CMK pointedly reminded me what she needs to think about. All three of our speakers yesterday had things to say that echo through our world of school. Lella Gandini, an early childhood educator…

Day 2: CMK 2011 – Inspiration and Renewed Enthusiasm

Well, our hotel is a happening place. When we arrived, a dance competition was just finishing up, and now we have the band Kiss in concert across the street at the arena (I wanna rock and roll all nite). I seriously feel in need of a jumpsuit. It seems like at least the road crew…

Looking for the Colonel

Today I went in search of the Colonel. Francis Wayland Parker was a New Hampshire boy, and he was also the founder of the school where I teach. I found out after I had been at CMK last year that he was buried here in Manchester. I actually think that his cremains are interred here…