Medievalist in Natural Habitat
No matter how busy one is, it's important to keep up with the blogs, because otherwise one might miss such links as the one to Pathetic Motorways (helpfully provided by Caitlin). It's very cheering, reading about motorways that go nowhere or never got finished.
Just right for a day like today, which is very gray and wet.
Now, we don't want to whine too much about the flooding around here, because in the realm of what-the-hurricane-did-to-us Florida has us ALL beat to hell, but it is true that a bunch of the roads around here aren't working, and the child's school is closed.
There's some big ol' puddle outside our back door, around the medieval apple tree. We ARE in Pennsylvania -- it DOES rain -- but I've never seen that puddle before.
Sam thinks I shouldn't take the back roads into work, which I usually do, but Route 51 instead, on the premise that it's more likely not to be shut down. I hate Route 51. It is pathetic. I like to take the little roads that have no run-down businesses on them, on account of having no business at all.
But they're probably all under water.
So the child doesn't have to work so hard at paying attention today -- that's his main job for the school year.
It was his main job last year, too. And, if he's anything like his mother, it'll be his main job till he's about 22. Or later. 35, in my case.
I've been teaching him breathing exercises and meditation, so that he can learn to Center Himself and Slow Down. Read The Directions. Stuff like that.
But he's free! free I tell you! today. Not me. I'm going to go discuss great works of literature, and disport myself in my office.
Today's the day that we ceremonially rededicate College Hall, now that we've moved everybody around and bought new furniture and what not. So the faculty is supposed to sit in its offices, working as usual, only dressed better, so that when the visitors (some of whom Have Money) come by to see the new facilities they can observe us in our natural habitats.
I am SO looking forward to this. After great debate over the matter, I have decided NOT to wear my cowboy boots -- hard call, though. But I am going to have the meditative fountain and the meditative candle going, and I do believe I'll put the Gyoto Monks on.
Heh heh.
DO come observe the medievalist in her lifelike surroundings.
If I hadn't actually grown up slightly at some point I'd go get some fake bars and put them in the doorway. Ah, youth. Fled and gone. I'll be, more or less, behaving.
Darn.
Just right for a day like today, which is very gray and wet.
Now, we don't want to whine too much about the flooding around here, because in the realm of what-the-hurricane-did-to-us Florida has us ALL beat to hell, but it is true that a bunch of the roads around here aren't working, and the child's school is closed.
There's some big ol' puddle outside our back door, around the medieval apple tree. We ARE in Pennsylvania -- it DOES rain -- but I've never seen that puddle before.
Sam thinks I shouldn't take the back roads into work, which I usually do, but Route 51 instead, on the premise that it's more likely not to be shut down. I hate Route 51. It is pathetic. I like to take the little roads that have no run-down businesses on them, on account of having no business at all.
But they're probably all under water.
So the child doesn't have to work so hard at paying attention today -- that's his main job for the school year.
It was his main job last year, too. And, if he's anything like his mother, it'll be his main job till he's about 22. Or later. 35, in my case.
I've been teaching him breathing exercises and meditation, so that he can learn to Center Himself and Slow Down. Read The Directions. Stuff like that.
But he's free! free I tell you! today. Not me. I'm going to go discuss great works of literature, and disport myself in my office.
Today's the day that we ceremonially rededicate College Hall, now that we've moved everybody around and bought new furniture and what not. So the faculty is supposed to sit in its offices, working as usual, only dressed better, so that when the visitors (some of whom Have Money) come by to see the new facilities they can observe us in our natural habitats.
I am SO looking forward to this. After great debate over the matter, I have decided NOT to wear my cowboy boots -- hard call, though. But I am going to have the meditative fountain and the meditative candle going, and I do believe I'll put the Gyoto Monks on.
Heh heh.
DO come observe the medievalist in her lifelike surroundings.
If I hadn't actually grown up slightly at some point I'd go get some fake bars and put them in the doorway. Ah, youth. Fled and gone. I'll be, more or less, behaving.
Darn.
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