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choco_frosh- My Grandma just checked into the Christian Science nursing home in Boston. So...prayers for her, Grandpa, Mom, and everyone else involved are appreciated. I mean, Grandma's a tough old bird from a tough old family, and it's some sort of circulation problem (or something) which for anyone who believed in modern medicine* would be no problem, so she might surprise us all by emerging in a week fit as ever.
On the other hand, people do not normally emerge from the Christian Science nursing home.
- Whoa. Didn't mean for this post to be so heavy on the gloom. Today I was supposed to be reorganizing my syllabus; but once I finally dragged my lazy ass into work, the afternoon mostly got eaten by all the OTHER bureaucratic details. Still, at least I dealt with THEM.
- Conversation while wearing my doctoral gown:
SOMEBODY'S CUTE ASSISTANT: So, are you going to a graduation today...?
ME: No, but...I figure if all of you have the right to wear weird clothes, then so do I.
SCA: You are going to fit right in here.
ftw.
- I also got the key to the new apartment today! So I guess we definitively have it, despite not having paid the security deposit or anything. I plan to start moving stuff over the day after tomorrow; I have spent part of this evening packing up the china.
- Meantime, I need to find a cider press. All the apples are in early this year, and I have collected all the sound windfalls from the tree in the quasi-park MECA leases.
Apples ftw.
I'll buy a capper as an early birthday present to myself.
* Heck, or in ancient, medieval, chinese, or any other version of medicine other than faith healing. Leaches might actually be a help in this case.
** On this occasion, there was also the important fact that wearing a doctoral gown sharply reduces the number of times people mistake you for a lost first-year.
On the other hand, people do not normally emerge from the Christian Science nursing home.
- Whoa. Didn't mean for this post to be so heavy on the gloom. Today I was supposed to be reorganizing my syllabus; but once I finally dragged my lazy ass into work, the afternoon mostly got eaten by all the OTHER bureaucratic details. Still, at least I dealt with THEM.
- Conversation while wearing my doctoral gown:
SOMEBODY'S CUTE ASSISTANT: So, are you going to a graduation today...?
ME: No, but...I figure if all of you have the right to wear weird clothes, then so do I.
SCA: You are going to fit right in here.
ftw.
- I also got the key to the new apartment today! So I guess we definitively have it, despite not having paid the security deposit or anything. I plan to start moving stuff over the day after tomorrow; I have spent part of this evening packing up the china.
- Meantime, I need to find a cider press. All the apples are in early this year, and I have collected all the sound windfalls from the tree in the quasi-park MECA leases.
Apples ftw.
I'll buy a capper as an early birthday present to myself.
* Heck, or in ancient, medieval, chinese, or any other version of medicine other than faith healing. Leaches might actually be a help in this case.
** On this occasion, there was also the important fact that wearing a doctoral gown sharply reduces the number of times people mistake you for a lost first-year.
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Date: 2012-08-28 02:21 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2012-08-28 03:40 am (UTC)I'm glad the bureaucratic details are dealt with, and glad for the conversation as well. Good luck with the syllabus and all the rest!
Hurrah for the new apartment key! Good luck with the moving-in and all.
Cider is cool. I hope all goes well. Here's an illustration of that kind and useful animal, the cider cow. (http://stressedjenny.deviantart.com/art/Cider-Cow-322976597?q=gallery%3Astressedjenny%2F117574&qo=1) But since we don't have them (yet), humans must continue to make cider ourselves.