I am a city girl. There’s no doubt about. If you say camping to me, my first thoughts are about bathrooms. Luckily my husband hates bugs more than I hate squatting, so the Great Outdoors rarely beckon to us.
Seven years in the desert, however, have given me an appreciation for foliage and trees I otherwise would have never developed.
I’ve relished the cooler months (since November). Today at the park was no exception. The breeze in the shade was glorious.
When I was an undergrad student, my two mentors, History and English professors, would share their technology worries with me. Setting up voicemail, turning off ring tones, turning on battery indicators: I was their one stop, techstop.
I found their helplessness endearing and silly. Until I started teaching undergraduates.
“Can you help me transfer contacts from my Blackberry?” Turns out what goes around does come around.