Author Archives: fustianist

Now that the conferences are over, the three of us are slowly settling into a rhythm for the spring.  I’m trying to turn to normal work once again.  But by now, what’s normal work?  In the fall we ran from … Continue reading →

So, although originally scheduled to fly out early last Saturday morning, Mom will most likely be leaving this afternoon.  She was rescheduled several times, and someone from the airline called the house this morning at 3am to tell her that … Continue reading →

I drove Mom to the airport at four this morning . . . and then all three of us went to pick her up for brunch later that morning, after her flight was delayed.  We then took her back to … Continue reading →

I regularly submit bird lists to eBird when I go birdwatching and eBird’s website has a nifty function that allows you to compare the number of species you’ve seen in an area with the numbers reported by other birdwatcher’s (nifty … Continue reading →

We made it down to Philly, where Sydney caught a train to NYC.  The report from him thus far goes something like: “There are a lot of people in Times Square.  Why the philosophers chose to have the conference here, … Continue reading →

Our house is in a flurry as we all get ready to go to conferences tomorrow.  All four of us (Mom, Sydney, Katherine, and me) will drive down to Philadelphia, where we’ll park the car and take a train into … Continue reading →

Mom flew in yesterday to spend Christmas with us and take care of Katherine while I’m interviewing next week.  Katherine hasn’t yet realized the trouble she’s in (a visiting grandma whose sole project is to play with her?  she won’t … Continue reading →

Katherine has basically one objective these days: to stand. The only point to crawling is to get to a place where she can pull herself up. And she has become quite concerned about falling, so here she’s ensuring that won’t … Continue reading →

Lest you be horrified at the compost scene . . . well, I can’t help you.  But it was fresh compost!  And where was I?  Standing next to Katherine, washing dishes as she slipped behind me and started her mischief. … Continue reading →