Now there’s a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky

So many updates, so here they are abbreviated in lieu of a proper post that may never come.

The summer is nearly over, and while I’m not a summer person I do enjoy the freedom from schedules and routines afforded by kids on summer break. I still sometimes feel as if I’m grasping at the wind while is rushes by. Only a few weeks until they go back, schedules will shift again and one kid of freedom (from classes and activities) will be replaced by another (a few hours to myself for the first time in years as Lana goes to preschool).

Alison and the boys are back in Paris. It was a wonderful visit, and we were sad to see them go. We’re already looking forward to the next time, probably on their side of the Atlantic.

She left me with wonderful memories and this amazing spread, Speculoos by Lotus.


(Sorry for the fuzzy MacBook photo)

Speculaas is a type of shortcrust biscuit, traditionally baked during the winter holidays, but in recent decades it has become available all year round. I fell in love with these cookies while living in Germany, and now Alison has introduced me to a spread made of this stuff! It’s lovely on crusty bread (or at two in the morning eaten directly off a spoon as I did right before this photo was taken). Good stuff!

[info]Focals kindly agreed to help me to hand out vouchers last Sunday at the Borders Benefit Day at the Michigan Avenue store. We handed out nearly 400 vouchers. I’m hopeful that we were able to get quite a few people to turn in their vouchers and raise some money for CWA and the Hall of Fame. Also had the chance to meet three other Chicago writers: Gary W. Moore (Playing with the Enemy), Michael Weeks (The Complete Civil War Road Trip Guide), and Arnie Bernstein (Bath Massacre). Lovely men signed my books and were in good spirits even when most of the hoard that swarmed the store passed by their signing table.

I toured a print shop this morning thanks to a connection from my friend Melissa, and I learned about the modern process of printing and binding. Fascinating! I love the sounds and sights of the print shop: all the machines, the paper, the potential! I wished for a camera (and the skill to use it) to photograph some of the machines, especially the older ones with their gears and levers. They fed my imagination.

Many recent projects have been revolving around the release of The Silence of Trees. Working with the talented Madeline Carol Matz on the cover (I am confident it will be the first of many projects we will work on together).

Chicago Literary Hall of Fame ceremony planning is in the works (did I mention I’m now on the Board of Directors for the Chicago Writers Association?) as we contact special guests, entertainment, and hopefully sponsors. This deserves its own post at a later date. I hope that some of you can make it to Northeastern Illinois University on November 20, 2010.

I’ll be teaching an online Writing course this Fall, so I had to rethink my syllabus. I’m excited to teach again, but a wee bit nervous about the change in media. So much of my teaching was in the delivery and discussion. We’ll see how to translate this into an online experience.

Mark and I continue to work in the yard. Recent rains left us with a pond over half our property. We’re trying to figure out the best ways to deal with recurring water issues. The current plan is to plant many water loving trees and shrubs. We’re ripping up grass and planting things most nights after dinner before putting the kids to bed. We’re also planning a rock garden for the back near the shed. Slowly it begins to take shape.

The love of form is a love of endings

This weekend [info]kylecassidy is coming to Chicago to conduct a photography seminars at our very own Casa del Lobos. This could only be better if his lovely wife [info]trillian_stars were able to join him, but alas she has responsibilities in Philadelphia. (Hopefully next time!)

Kyle will lead a group of 12 photographers in a two-day workshop, and at the end there will be a gallery opening/wine & cheese party to show off their work. Also this weekend, my cover artist Madeline Carol Matz will be in town, so tomorrow night we’ll be getting together after picking up Kyle from the airport. We’ll congregate at the Evanstonian home of Kate Tabor, a teacher-friend who will also be in Kyle’s workshop this weekend.

Kate just returned from a teacher seminar studying Shakespeare in the UK (oh how envious is my inner Academic) and Spain (oh how envious is my inner Gypsy). Check out her blog, Living on the Lip of Insanity for highlights. I can’t wait to hear more, and she has promised Spanish treats to help us reminisce about that leg of her journey. Ah Spanish olives….

So back to work, the kids will be staying with my folks for most of the weekend, and I’m attempting to get things in order in preparation of Kyle’s arrival tomorrow. Then shopping for a variety of vegan and gluten-free treats.

TAKE NOTE: If there are any veterans who are interested in being photographed on Monday, Aug. 2nd (or this weekend) for Kyle’s latest book, War Paint: Tattoo Culture & the Armed Forces, please contact me ASAP.

A Taste of More than Honey

Traditionally, this coming weekend would have been the first harvest, called Lammas or Lughnasadh by the ancient Celts. It marked the beginning of the harvest season. My own garden is a bit slow and scraggly this year. It’s the first planting at our new house, in this new spot. The soil seems to be decent enough, but the spot may be too wet and shady, and too accessible to our neighborhood rabbits and birds. I’ll have to make adjustments next year.

Doing all right are the carrots, tomatoes, lima beans, and beets. The rhubarb is struggling, as are the peppers and pickles. The onions, pumpkin, and cucumbers did not fare well. I think the asparagus may be ok, but I’ll have to wait until next year to know for sure.

So I’m not ready for a harvest, not yet. But the signs of autumn are not far away, and the kids are counting down until the end of summer vacation.

Fall is my favorite season, but I’m not quite ready for it. I have a few more things I’d like to do this summer. Soon, though. Soon I will embrace the shorter days and longer nights, the brisk wind and land ablaze in autumn colors, the spiced cider and smell of baking.

Until then, there is this (from Shel Silverstein):

Changing of the Seasons

Oh the changing of the seasons it’s a pretty thing to see
And though I find this balmy weather pleasin’
There’s the wind come from tomorrow and I hear it callin’ me
And I’m bound for the changing of the seasons
Oh it’s blowin’ in Chicago and it’s snowin’ up in Maine
And the Islands to the south are warm and sunny
And I’ve got to feel the earth shake and I gotta feel the rain
And I’ve got to know a taste of more than honey

So don’t ask me where I’m goin’ or how long I’m gonna be away
Don’t make me give you all the hollow reasons
I’ll think of you like summer and I might be back some day
When my heart miss the changing of the seasons
Oh it’s blowin’ in Chicago…

Oh it’s nothing that you said and it ain’t nothing that you done
And I wish I could explain you why I’m leavin’
But there’s some men need the winter and there’s some men need the sun
And there’s some men need the changing of the seasons
Yeah it’s blowin’ in Chicago…

Sheldon Allan Silverstein