A new year started Sunday, but a new semester starts today. Sometimes it’s difficult to tell which is the most daunting. The last two semesters (spring 2022 and fall 2022) were different yet draining, so I’m not sure what to expect this time around, Once again, though, I think Caulfield is onto something.
Yesterday was one of those logistical/routine-maintenance days that breaks allow for. Took the car into the shop, had a visit with the dermatologist, spent some time at the gym before heading into school to get some work done. Lots of little, necessary things that will hopefully make the next few days go well.
But there’s always the detritus that Caulfield mentions, the stuff that clings to the bottom of the shoes you wore as you walked through the river. Often, it’s a matter of habits or dispositions frustrations that don’t go away just because a ball drops when a clock strikes midnight. But there are also new things in the mix: new students, new routines, new tasks to craft and execute. That’s a good thing. And I’m hoping that today is the start of a good semester.
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Then there’s the use of white space in Frazz that tries to recapture some of the “hush” of a quiet, snowy morning while also working in some New Year humor:
And then, finally, there’s today’s classic Calvin and Hobbes with some nice white space coupled with an opinionated Calvin talking New Year changes:
It’s always interesting to see what Watterson does with snow and borders (or the lack thereof).
Here in Honolulu, it will look (and sound) like hours of fireworks from every direction. It’s pretty cool at first, but it’s definitely old by about 10 o’clock, We’ll see how it goes (and how long it goes) this year. An early, good night sleep, probably won’t happen for most of us here.
(image from gocomics.com)
Years begin and end with words . . . or, more fittingly, one word each. Over the last few years, many people have taken to the idea of “claiming” a word for the new year, a word they would like to focus on and live into. At the other end of the year, though, is the annual quest to choose the word that best fits what has actually happened, which is a good challenge in its own way.
(image from gocomics.com)
(image from gocomics.com)
(image from gocomics.com)
I’m posting this from the airport in Victoria, British Columbia, where the wait time for security check is always about five minutes. I’m hopefully that the flight back to Honolulu will be a little tighter than the trip over, when I had a one-hour delay in Honolulu followed by a two-hour delay in Victoria (it was a foggy morning).
Space Enough, and Time 