Mexican Sunflower after the first freeze of the year - the hollow stems bent, the orange of the flower petals now resembling tissue paper. Often I think I like them like this as much as like this.
The chicken's body and it's severed head were nowhere to be found this morning. I'm guessing that some lucky night visitor benefited from Annabelle's actions yesterday. Hopefully Saturday my neighbor will come to his house (he isn't living there yet - he is spending his weekends fixing it up) - and I'll confess the new old dog's sins...and offer to buy him another hen - although I think we need to have a talk about where he keeps them. He seems like a nice guy - I don't think he'll freak out or anything.
This evening after a late meeting at work - I was able to attend a talk given by my architherapist. I haven't spoken of him in awhile, mainly because my house plans are on-hold due to issues related to job security. I'm a research track professor, so I write grants to bring in my salary - and grants have become painfully difficult to get (budget cuts are slashing university budgets nation-wide, and grant agencies are getting more applications as a result, making the competition stiff). Often times success rates are in the single digits.
So the house is on hold.
And I've got alot of grant applications to write.
(But I won't complain about that tonight).
So the talk, given by my architherapist, was co-sponsored by the Clemson Architecture Center and the Charleston Civic Design Center and held at FISH downtown. He had a standing-room only crowd, and spoke about several of his home designs, and his artwork.
He started with a quote by Oscar Wilde, on his first slide, one that I wasn't familiar with:
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
I sort of got hung up on this quote.
My lab, in many ways, studies the mysteries of the invisible world.
Except - we have ways of viewing them.
So I couldn't stop thinking that it is not so much what we see - but what we are aware of - what we allow ourselves to see.
Perhaps I'd say...the true mystery of the world is in our awareness, not in the visible.
And so you can see - after a long meeting at work, I kept going in this foolish circle, obsessing over an Oscar Wilde quote.
On the way home, as I turned off the highway to head down the road towards the marsh - I saw police lights behind me, and pulled over. It seems that my license plate light(s) were out.
I didn't know there were lights there.
I'm absolutely horrible regarding the details of my life.
Enough for tonight. I'm tired.