This colander is hanging up in the window in Grace’s kitchen, which was the best place to be during WoolfCamp. I said I’d write about what I learned this weekend, so let me try.
- If you have really seen the ocean, then it’s always there for you as a backdrop when you need it. Even if you are surrounded by cement rather than water. (Trust me.)
- Grace’s house has the best painted wooden floor and bathroom tiles on the planet. Also, if you visit her, take a shower in the upstairs bathroom where you can be naked in the forest but still inside, safe from all the things that want to bite you.
- You are brilliant and beautiful, and so am I. (This is one of my hardest lessons, and I’m still working on it. The me part, not the you part.)
- There exists such a thing as bacon cookies. I didn’t eat one, but I met someone who made them.
- I am not kidding.
- Sometimes lost keys and flat tires can turn out to be good things. But, I knew that already.
- I also already knew, but was reminded, that the best conversations happen in the kitchen.
- I will never be a tech geek. Ever. Router? I think of woodworking tools. . .
- Furl is really cool. If only I could finish figuring it out.
- Ads on blogs are okie dokie. (just watch this space. . . )
- Feminism is constantly evolving. Both in concept and participants.
- I sometimes forget that I’m not one of the twenty-three year old college students.
- If a girl doesn’t want to be called the f-word, she can call her betrothed the prince consort.
- The lines around writing for yourself and your audience or what you think your audience is or what they may want are nearly too fuzzy to describe.
- The small gifts of interesting coincidence and simpatico are some of the most fulfilling.
Well, then. Totally not what I intended to say. I think I need to write down all the mundane things I need to do so that I can free up some space in my brain to sort my experiences.
Sleep is sounding good. Just drifted off a little and nearly drooled right on the keyboard.