April 24th, 2005


Last bit of Wahlstrom posting, I think.

Those of you who read novel_gazing already know this, but I stuck the pictures from Thursday's visit to Gustavus over here.

They're the source of my new icon, which is my hand on the Kasota Stone of Wahlstrom Hall. I don't know if I'd call it a nostalgia icon, but certainly a past-centered or memory-centered one.

I did not manage to mow the damn lawn today. There's a lot of stuff I didn't manage to get done today, actually. Though I have been known to try to finish everything in the world at once, I probably would be distraught if I could manage it. Some of the things I intended to do, like watching "The Incredibles," really seemed like they ought to be manageable without too much undue stress. (On that particular point, it was the DVD player that disagreed. The wretched thing cost us $36 and has lasted a year and a half, so I suppose we shouldn't complain.)

My brain is finding projects under every rock lately. "You could start a --" No. "Oh, oh, you could do this thing that --" No. It's not that I'm short of stuff to do. Oh, trust me, it's not. It's that I'm antsy. I am mentally squirmy. If anyone has a remedy, I'd like to hear it.