The Rhythms of the Sound

North Carolina!! Sweet, sweet Carolla.  Outer Banks. SPRING BREAK. (this should be yelled and followed by WOOHOO!! in true frat boy style).

We (being me and the general group of people I associate with/adore) have never been the kind for big, boozy college spring breaks with wet t-shirts and VD.  This is what we do instead–

We go to museums of wooden duck decoys.

Christine is a swan.

We jump on docks… in gender segregated groups.

The boys show unexpected enthusiasm

I swear I got more air than that. Brinkman couldn't capture my majesty.

Our engaged couple like to be adorable, as they are wont to do…


Say it with me- awwwwww.

we pose like historical figures…

I say napoleon hand. He says skittle pocket.

We also watch hilarious nature documentaries about wooden ducks entitled “the rhythms of the sound.” Two years ago when we were here we sat through a majestic 15 minutes of nature sounns and wooden duck construction.

Today, the projector was broken, so no movie. Heartbreaking.But the ducks, the dock, the sun? excellent. Thesis, I shall return. But for now, I’m good.



I am not an overtly religious person.  This is not to say I do not have a great deal of faith. I’ve just always believed that my faith is something private, something personal. So, for the most part, you won’t see me quoting bible verses or making more than a passing reference to the many signs I see that God exists in this world.

But I have to say, without getting too hokey or preachy on my few invisible readers, I love getting a good message now and then.  I checked out a new book today, hopefully one of the last I’ll check out before finishing my thesis in three weeks.


Sorry. I’m back.  Minor freakout. So, I open the book and the first page is the dedication. Under the usual thanks:

Strength and honor are her clothing;

and she shall rejoice in time to come.

-Proverbs 31:25

A nice thing to read when I have so much to do that I haven’t done my laundry in weeks, and have no clean clothes of the physical kind. A nicer thing to read when “time to come” after thesis seems so very, very far away. And alarmingly near.

Thanks for the reassurance, Big Guy.

P.S. Are you there readers? It’s me, Ashley.