Wednesday, September 23, 2009
So, this morning I rose in the dark, ground coffee beans and started the coffee brewing while I got dressed, filled a travel mug, went out to the car and drove, still in the dark, up through the patches of forest and the fields with their low domes of mist to Graham. By the time I reached Puyallup the sky was bluing toward dawn. Then onto 167, to 161, to I5 and into Seattle for Convocation:
Convocation: with voice, or, better, voice with, to vocalize together, as on the African Velt some hundreds of millennium ago. The 'tion' nouns it--I love turning "noun" into a verb. The act, as it were, of voicing together the hope for a new year.