But then Spectrum went out and that meant the parental phones, cable, and Wi-Fi. This also meant mom short-circuited (I texted Cynde saying we were loading up and coming over to use her system). Ah, but I figured out how to Jimmie my laptop to use cellphone lines to stream the game from the ESPN App. I guess Jordan's furniture won't have to pay all that money back to customers. It would have been great to see, though.
Yesterday's #VerseLove was to use a piece of art to inspire the language of the day. I had a series of photos from For Which It Stands, the art exhibit on campus this Spring (as we worked with it while reading Victory Stand). I've also been reading another book about the Canterbury School of Connecticut founded by Prudence Crandall, so the national anthem has been on my mind again. That's where I began to doodle.
But this morning, I shall be cooking (well peeling potatoes and carrots, and prepping the ham. It's been a minute since I made creamed potatoes, but I'm excited for a traditional Easter Dinner.
Here's to another NCAA Final Four game day.
Ick-phrases for Which It Stands
b.r.crandall
I’m thinking about Reuben, again,
Prudence’s brother. The one
arrested for being an abolitionist
while his sister ran away from
chopped-up kitty cats meant
to scare Sarah Harris & Mary
Elizabeth Miles.
K-K-Kuz
we’ve always
lived two
interpretations
of our red, white,
& doo-doo…
…these anthems.
the ways they tread
on the rest of us.
land of the free…
home of the brave.
It’s an off-key anthem
after all, Frances Scott,
sung to shackle
human
dignity
at the
core.
O say can we see.
