Poem of the Week and Thoughts on November (+ links)

Given that November will end in only a few days, I feel okay giving a summary of the month today when I sort of have time. I’m going to try a new method of summarizing, we’ll see if it sticks.

November has been a long month. It feels like it’s been a million years since the beginning of the month. November stretches from hell week through midterms to Thanksgiving break. I desperately wanted to do NaNoWriMo but it simply wasn’t to be. I was able to find other ways to be creative and I had a good year at the craft fair even though it was quite a haul to get there. The weather was unseasonably warm for most of the month and once the play was over, I was able to find more time for myself. Here’s looking forward to December.

November by the Numbers
Number of times I felt like giving up – embarrassingly high
Number of nights I went to bed before midnight – maybe 5
Number of times I regretted ever signing up for theatre – so many
Number of successful performances of Flare Path – 3
Number of hours spent fighting with the printer – at least 12
Number of days I called in sick to work – 2
Number of classes I skipped – 1
Number of times I went from school to home or home to school – 6
Number of parents who visited me 3
Number of friends times I went out on the weekend – 1
Number of plays seen 2 (counting Flare Path)
Number of tests failed – miraculously 0
Number of overdue library books – 2
Number of late assignments – 0
Number of books read – 6
Number of things I have to be thankful for – too many to count

Poem of the Week

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

StoryCorps is a national storytelling initiative
Top ten fictional weather events makes for fun reading
This food and travel blog has beautiful photos
I miss crocheting I don’t really have time but I can’t help but look atpinterest boards and dream
These little moles are so sweet


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