A Hum for a Blustery Day

Oh the wind is lashing lustily

And the trees are thrashing thrustily

And the leaves are rustling gustily

So it's rather safe to say

That it seems that it may turn out to be

a rather blustery day today.

~ Courtesy of Pooh Bear :

A Hum for a Blustery Day

I woke up last night, all but eyes and nose buried in my featherbed, to wind beating branches on my window panes and rain tipping down about the house like a fervid, tropical cataract. Not a thought went through my head, but a sleepy smile sufficed to express that wholehearted contentment one feels when stormy nights make nesting that much more enjoyable.

Today was the blustery day of days and every lashing, thrashing, rustling bluster that Pooh and Christopher experienced that one literary-changing day, was experienced by Queen Anne herself. We huddled to school wrapped like little balls of yarn, we squinted and laughed into the onrush of wind and we drank tea.

On Discovery Park

Discovery park is glorious on a sunny day. On any day really, but there is just something about blue sky and blue water and green and gold in between.

One trips about with a feeling that magic may happen. And whether it's the sudden impulse for adventure that sailing ships stir up, or the feeling of being breathless and brimming at the same when the sun touches the sea and everything turns gold, or the discovery of foggy sea glass when you're least expecting it; it does happen.

Especially when there's a wonderful boy to hold your hand and skip rocks with (I got 3 skips and felt pretty confident about myself as a person until he went ahead and got 7).

It was a good Saturday.

On STUB (More bad ass than you remember)

I have an office now.

Also a personal voice mail and letter box.

I am capable of using Outlook and Sharepoint.

I have never felt so legit in my life.

Yep, I am, by the grace of God, on STUB this year, the Student Union Board, the event programming team of SPU, in charge of pretty much every big social event that happens on campus. After the first few months of working together, I have come to the imminent conclusion that we are, in fact, a sizable collection of rubber bands: there are eight of us in various shapes and colors and sizes, we are going to be doing a lot of stretching this year and we are capable of doing cool things. STUB is going to provide me with a significant percentage of this years laughs and adventures and is going to teach me how to be an efficient, organized, punctual event planner (Hark! Are those snorts of disbelief sounding from across the globe?). I felt like it deserved a special mention.

Allow me to introduce the team:

Josh Norquist (director) and Trevor White, Gina Ogazi and Shane Pech, Alyssa Sutherland and Steph Rubesh (thats me), Kristina Ingles and Mandy Hough.

The Team (Emily kindly stood in for me)

I thank the Lord for such an incredible opportunity, because really, when I said "grace of God" earlier I was far from joking. He has worked overtime for this girl here and I say that with utmost, grateful, shame-faced confidence. I will never miss an interview again.

Thus far, we've had retreats - camping, hiking in the rain, sessions etc. The first, we cooked hobo dinners, I got to practice my mad jungle girl skillz on the high ropes and of course we had red robin to top it off. It was a song. The second was a lot of soccer and s'mores and story time. I know, it's rough.

We also had our first event, Big Party which was a blast! It was nautical themed this year, complete with starfish, sailors and clam chowder.

And next....

Coming to you this Fall...

At a campus near you...

Hallow-Scream

The Curse of the Library.

It'll be a thumbs-up kind of thing.

P.s. You see this face?

That is the face of Lingua. Beware. That is all.

(We're just jealous of those eyes, lets be real.)

On coming home...from being home.

Greetings, dear readers...

It's been a while.

I find myself, once again, on the autumn-leaves-cold nights-and-fire-places side of the pond, and in the throws of yet another academic year. So far it is shaping up to be a good one - more bustling, robust and tea-filled than ever before. But I feel I must take a few steps back, as much has passed between galavanting over tropical beach and hill, and coffee-induced pursuits of pedagogic tomes.


Alisa and I landed in sunny Portland after a riotous 40 hour sojourn accross land and sea...after stopping for a brief shopping spree in dubai (the consequences of which are now decorating my room) and giving up multiple cans of beer in San Fransico. Let me clarify this before dubious thoughts of a couple boozies on a plane waft themselves into your mind...the beer was for other people, not us parsay. For those beer-loving loved ones of ours, Sri Lankan brew seemed like a logical token to invest in...until 3 continents and 2 oceans later they were confiscated on account of the cans being 20 onces as oppose to the legal 3.4. Pssssssshhhh. Whatever.

Within hours, we were hugged and packed away to respective beds to recover and reflect and reenergize for the next two weeks of show down that were about to happen.

I got to say a brief hello to one of my favorite places in the world.

I got to bake cupcakes for Uncle Darrols birthday.

I got to see the littles and hang out with the cousins.

I got to see my dear friend Molly off on a new adventure and line her trunk with the mint plants.

I got to brave a train by myself with 300 pounds of luggage and a purse the size of a crate.

I got to go pick out french bread and croissants at the bakery with my aunt Kathy and try uncle Ken's eggs.

I got to snivel and smile through the gorgeous wedding of Mr. and Mrs. Lingo.

I got to see this one boy that I had been missing rather considerably.

I got to road trip to the emerald city with none other than Talaina King.

And then it was Hello Seattle.