More Midnight

I guess I'm busy with the end of the year since I am behind on my reading. I am still reading The Midnight Disease by Alice W. Flaherty. It isn't a fast read, but it is interesting. For example, I had never thought of writing as perhaps a second language (from the spoken word) but she makes some good arguments for that. She also has me thinking about all the differences between how we speak and how we write. Much of what is said if written on paper really is a grammatical mess. Sigh.

On a side note... This is my last week teaching in Kipnuk; I am feeling nostalgic and find myself missing it even before I leave. Thank you to everyone who made my home here so special. I will miss the church bell ringing in the evening, the light dancing off the bridge, the sway of the grass in the fall and the sound of laughter drifting through snow. Most of all I will miss the wonderful people I have learned so much from.