Sea Longing

Sara Teasdale

A THOUSAND miles beyond this sun-steeped wall
Somewhere the waves creep cool along the sand,
The ebbing tide forsakes the listless land
With the old murmur, long and musical;
The windy waves mount up and curve and fall,
And round the rocks the foam blows up like snow,--
Tho' I am inland far, I hear and know,
For I was born the sea's eternal thrall.
I would that I were there and over me
The cold insistence of the tide would roll,
Quenching this burning thing men call the soul,--
Then with the ebbing I should drift and be
Less than the smallest shell along the shoal,
Less than the sea-gulls calling to the sea.

sounds of laughter giveaway, also new blog announcement

iii am back from the dead to talk about this awesome giveaway that Nicole is doing! it's a beautiful dress, and I want it. that is all.



Actually, thats not all. my sister and i are starting a joint blog, and it will be on its feet shortly! Stay tuned for details!

Hrm!

I am awfully sorry for dropping off the face of the earth as soon as I moved back to Tennessee. There were many factors that contributed to this, one of them being that I hit the ground running and haven't really slowed up until this week.

Let me see if I can catch y'all up on whats been up since I last blogged:
So, I moved back, with the help of Dad and Littlestbrother, the 900 miles south to Tennnessee. Successful and expensive and fine. I moved into a beautiful house with two lovely ladies, and that has also been fine. It is odd to me to share space again, but I have my own sort of suite above the garage, and all I really share is the kitchen. It is a good happy medium between living alone and living with people. (I believe I went a little crazy living alone in Minnesota- but don't worry, I'm recovering nicely)

Three weeks after I moved, I up and left again (look out here she comes, she's comin', look out there she goes, she's gone.. lord, she never even stopped). A week's vacation in Maryland, then a weekend in Boston, two weeks of a bow repair workshop in New Hampshire (with the weekend in between back in Boston, and a day in Cape Cod at the Monomoy Theatre, to see Man of La Mancha - fanTAStic performance) and then back to TN.
And since just been working now.

A few nights ago I attended a string quartet party. I hope to have maannny more of those. But it will help a lot when the most awesome cellist I know moves back to Nashville next month.

Last night I attended a fabulous appetizer potluck party! I brought my cheeseball, as per tradition (It's not a Hannigan party without a cheeseball) and it sparked an idea to make a lot of them and perhaps sell them at farmer's markets. I'll keep you updated.

this is cool.

Sorry

for not writing for so long. Here is a quick, comma-filled version of the last month or so:

Sick for two weeks, end of the semester, graduated with honors, caught up on sleep, packed, first run through of the show, (went well), dad and david came out to Minnesota to help me move, crazy, loaded truck, drove to the middle of illinois, got stopped by a huuuge thunderstorm with large amounts of hail, drove the rest of the way to nashville, unpacked into a spare room, started work immediately, memorial day weekend had all my friends out of town, so i worked a lot over the weekend, friends came back into town, first week of work, planning trip to maryland and newhampshire, still havent unpacked into my real room yet (not til i get back), reading a lot, nashville is VERY hot,

but i love my job, and i love my city, and i am happy to be back. 

Coming soon, tasty tuesday will be reincarnated into something probably weekendy, but still delicious.

If that's movin up, then I'm--

Packing up. The nagging worry of departure. Lost keys, unwritten labels, tissue paper lying on the floor. I hate it all. Even now, when I have done so much of it, when I live, as the saying goes, in my boxes. Even to-day, when shutting drawers and flinging wide a hotel wardrobe, or the impersonal shelves of a furnished villa, is a methodical matter of routine, I am aware of sadness, a sense of loss. Here, I say, we have lived, we have been happy. This has been ours, however brief the time. Though two nights only have been spent beneath a roof, yet we leave something of ourselves behind. Nothing material, not a hair-pin on a dressing-table, not even an empty bottle of Aspirin tablets, not a handkerchief beneath a pillow, but something indefinable, a moment of our lives, a thought, a mood.

--Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier

Schoooools out. for. the summer!

schooooools. out. for. EVER.

the gang. 

the quartet!

my wonderful benchmate :)

a day in the life. 

a big steaming bowl of scott chowder.

the amazing lisbeth butler and I.

oh, but the years not done before having a bonfire in the parking lot. We burned an old violin, part of a cello, and some useless push sticks that we slaved over at the beginning of the year and then never used again. And we sang Happy Trails. (too youuu. untilll we meeeet agaaaain) (at future VSA conventions!)