Crazy

Entirely out of control, dizzy, and can't distinguish up from down. Crazy. Spring Fever.

I have so much to post and to catch up on... please be patient. I am quite hopeful that the craziness might pass. Someday.

Tuesday morning ruminations

I am turning into my mother.
We all know that it is inevitable. Someday we will be just like our mothers. We will do all of those annoying things that we teased our mothers about while growing up. There is really no use fighting a basic fact of nature. Lucky for me, my mom is pretty cool. She rides a motorcycle, dances to her own songs in the kitchen, likes to travel, is very petite and cute, and has a bit of an obsession for shoes. If I have to turn into someone's mother, I am undoubtedly glad that I get to turn into my mom. However, as I was cleaning my apartment on Sunday I noticed myself doing something my mother always does (and that I have always chuckled at). While I was cleaning, I started collecting things in the back pocket of my jeans -- the nozzle of the vacuum cleaner, a rag, and, eventually a plastic bag. As a turned around mid-afternoon and caught sight of all the things I was hauling around, it hit me. However unconsciously (or even rebelliously at times) I may be moving forward, I am turning into my mom. What next? List making? Singing and dancing in the kitchen (I think I already do this one!)? Hyper-attention to spelling? Or perhaps just a new pair of shoes!

The sun has returned
Daylight savings time hit Estonia finally this weekend and it made me a bit more aware of the fabulous light that we have at the moment. The days are stretching and growing and we have daylight from 6:30 am until nearly 8:00 pm at night. What a beautiful contrast. It feels great.

Planting new seeds
You may remember my stint in the fall with a promised window garden. I don't think I ever followed up, mostly because the garden failed miserably. I planted at the precise time when the sun started to disappear and the days got colder (plants don't grow without heat or light!), and the new greenery got a nasty attack of tiny bugs called "no-see-ums." Not entirely defeated, I planted a new crop yesterday in my window. Herbs and rocket salad are neatly planted, watered, sunned, warmed, and loved. Is there anything better than getting your fingers into the dirt and starting something green? I have temporarily left Uli to the task of saying loving words or singing to the plants while watering and caring for them. I hope to find fresh sprouts and tender green shoots upon my return from two weeks of early April conference attendance!

Back to the Big Apple
As I write this, I am seated at the Tallinn airport with a long journey in front of me. I am so hyped up on coffee and pure adrenalin that I can barely sit still. It is back to New York City for a few days of conference attendance, reunions with old friends now flung around the face of the earth, a visit from my mom, employment interviews, presentations, gritty city life, bright lights, theater, revisiting old haunts from my short stint as a NYC resident ten years ago, yummy ethnic foods, bagels, multicultural settings, different variations of the English language, shopping, new shoes, busy streets, and so much more. Although it is a far cry from Wyoming, I can hardly wait to be back home for just a few days. Only one flight, a cross-city London transfer, another flight, and shuttle from JFK and I'll be a bit closer.