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Etsy'd some sweet bookish art for my office. Much happiness.

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For some crucial supplies, it's every professor for herself.

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Wood & wire & a happy Collie.

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In one of the houses we're looking at next month, someone has (horrors!) painted the wood floors. I'm just gonna leave this here to remind myself that one can make something pretty out of that anyway...

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These two.

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New apple crush: Baldwin apples!

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Give it to the brethren. I can take care of myself

I don't know how I came to be reciting Bates history to Dan this weekend, but this woman is legend here.  Bates' first female graduate, Mary W. Mitchell (class of 1869), was offered a scholarship by the college's founder, who was impressed that she was keeping up with her male classmates by day while working nights in Lewiston's textile mills.  She wasn't having any of that. She went on to teach at Vassar and found a girls' school in Boston.

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And this is why we don't throw our cigarette butts in the gutter.

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August.

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I am all for interactive museums but I am not that brave.

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The city came by and made some improvements to my hostas. Maybe I should do the rest of its leaves.

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Look what we did. How beautiful is this?

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So, I did this yesterday, and now Dina and Paul are married!  What an amazing honor, and what fun to get to say such life-altering words. 

(Dan says to me later in the afternoon, "Hey, remember when you were afraid of public speaking?")

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Pillage your final semester.

Burn it down and take its loot. 

Sweet, sweet Latin-honors loot.

You are almost there and I am so proud of you. 

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Yeah.

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My side of town

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Remember how we thought these piles of snow would never go?