So it feels like a BILLION years since I last wrote.  This new job paces at a consistent frantic but it’s not to say it hasn’t been fun and rewarding (with a side of anxiety laden).  The big news is (and if you are on Facebook, you already know this) I have accepted the additional duty of the Reed Fine Art Gallery Director and have been training my brains out every spare moment I can get with the retiring Director, Sandy (thanks, sweetie!).  I wish I could share with you the weight and intensity of holding the campus collection of 100 Andy Warhol photographs in my hands last week.  Wow.  It’s pretty cool.

But in that time were I accepted my position, I have also wrapped up my weaving class and now don’t know quite what to do with myself on Tuesday nights.  So instead Tuesday nights have been replaced with class prep and grading.  Jealous, much?  I wanted to share with you however the poem that Carol, our teacher, wrote to surmise the 8 weeks.  Weaving class is far better than evenings grading.