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World Photography Day

I was not aware of this celebration until I played Spark, a phone app I recently downloaded. It is a series of little games related to a daily theme. Today was dedicated to World Photography Day. This unofficial global event originated in India in the 20th century as mostly in-person events. The Internet helped it spread and eventually settled in as an annual event. The holiday recognizes the invention of the daguerreotype by Louis Daguerre in 1837. This process was the genesis of photography. The French government gifted the process to the world for free on August 19th, 1839.

Choosing a favorite photograph is a challenge so I decided to browse my Flickr photo stream and choose the first one that spoke to me. This photograph depicts the James River Footbridge near Snowden, Virginia. It is part of the Appalachian Trail. We visited in October 2025.

photograph of wooden footbridge over the James River

Never Mind

“The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft agley”
Robert Burns

I am knee deep in grading the final projects for the summer semester but looking forward to trying out retirement. I even announced it to the world, or at least the few people who read this blog.

Then the email from the department chair arrived yesterday evening: two sections of an undergraduate information literacy course are available for the first term. The course is developed and just needs a facilitator. It will mean working through the weekend as the semester begins Monday. I said yes. The money isn’t great but it helps stave off social security. Plus, of all the jobs I have done in my career, I love teaching the most. Even asynchronous, online courses offer opportunities to connect, learn and grow with other educators.

So, full retirement is on hold at least through the end of this year. We shall see what 2027 brings!

Now, back to grading.

My Last Monday

When you work as an independent contractor, you never really retire. I called it retiring when I left the Virginia Society for Technology in Education as the directorship had been my main gig for many years. But, I continued to consult and teach. For the past year, I have taught online for a Virginia university’s library science program. I am finishing up the summer semester this week. I am not scheduled to teach another course until the second half of the fall semester. So, once I submit my grades this coming weekend, I will not be working for money, my version of retiring.

To be honest, the teaching I have been doing takes up just a few hours a week so it won’t be huge change: there are no live classes, only office hours. I joke that my main jobs are to nag and grade. I also work hard to create community and develop meaningful relationships with my students in an online, asynchronous class. But despite not being a huge demand on my time, the work provided some structure to the week. Next Monday, it really won’t matter that it is Monday. There will be no announcements to post or assignments to grade.

I am spending my first week of “retirement” visiting my family in Pennsylvania. And then, when I return the following Monday, the week unfolds with wide open spaces on the calendar. Rereading my post from 2022, I have kept to the list of what was going to do when I retired: reading, gardening, and lots and lots of making of all sorts of arts and crafts with a focus on making different kinds of books. I practice the piano most days and occasionally pluck at the ukulele. My morning routine includes journaling and some sort of artwork, often a quick collage or doodle. We adopted a dog last year, and we take a long walk each morning, watching the property change with the seasons. I am doing some volunteer work including serving on the Board of Trustees of the regional library system, participating in a bell choir, and playing piano and singing hymns with a group at the local rehab center once a month. I have avoided the very active pickleball group but do attend the book group at the library.

This fall, I want to spend time doing all of the above along with quilting and watercoloring, two of my newer interests. As for writing, I will keep poking at this blog. It might be fun to do some throwback Thursday posts to see what I was writing about in 2003 and 2013 and all the years in between. I would also like to try my hand at poetry. Earlier this year, I wrote a daily haiku and found it to be a mindful way to start each day. To that end, I pulled a few poetry writing manuals off the shelf.

National Granny Square Day

Simply Crochet Magazine sponsors National Granny Square Day, celebrated on August 15 each year. It recognizes one of the basics of crocheting: the humble but infinitely customizable granny square. The goal of the day is to have crocheters submit pictures of individual squares that Simply Crochet pulls together into a virtual blanket.

I have been working on a project that uses granny square to mimic quilt blocks. I used the holiday as an excuse to sew together my first block:

crocheted quilt square

Here is the square I am going to submit to the virtual blanket. It is a traditional granny square and made with special yarn that creates the rounds of colors without having to change colors. I was skeptical, but it worked fairly well.

traditional crocheted granny square in blue colors with a white border

Happy National Granny Square Day!

It’s Caturday

A beautiful tabby cat appeared on the farm during Covid Spring. She was friendly and ready to become part of the family, but our big dog Spot was not a fan. We figured she could be a porch cat as she seemed happy being outside. One memorable night, however, I woke to hear Spot chasing her through the house. She had gotten in through the dog door. We named her Circe after the goddess in The Odyssey. (My first cat was Calypso, also borrowed from Homer.)

After that, it was just a matter of time and as summer turned to fall, we welcomed Circe into the house full time. Spot was wary but eventually they became friends, sometimes snoozing together on the same chaise. Our blind beagle, Major, was mostly scared of her when she tried to make friends.

Now, Circe shares her home with Josie the dog who wants nothing more than to smell her butt and share her treats. At three years old, Josie still has a lot of puppy energy and can be a bit rambunctious for Circe. But she also has a healthy respect for the claws.

Lately, Circe has taken to laying on my desk as I work and is especially fond of sprawling on my journal as I write. Pencils are one of her favorite toys, and she will pick them up in her mouth to carry them away. Not sure what has prompted the change as she has several favorite resting spaces around the house and my office that are much more comfortable. When discouragement didn’t work, I cleared a pathway so she isn’t scattering paper and books as she makes her leap.

Here is the cat tax, as they say on the socials:

a tabby cat sitting on a desk with a pencil and a coffee cup in the background