I haven’t found much to blog about lately. Here is a partial summary of some of the mundane details of the past few weeks of my life:
I went to the annual medieval conference, which was brief, but nice. No one told me I was an idiot. One of my professors said my paper was very good. I got to see Tiff and Josh as well as my beloved undergraduate advisor. All in all a great weekend.
On the way there, Will and I stopped at a gas station on the Indiana side of the MIchigan/Indiana border. Will pumped the gas and I went inside to use the restroom and purchase beverages. Once inside, I realized that I was the only one out of 12 people in line who wasn’t buying at least three cases of cigarettes. Apparently this convenience store is also a tobacco paradise (I think it was advertised as a “Tobacco Palace”), a store where Michiganers go to buy cigarettes without paying Michigan taxes. The woman in front of me bought $360 worth of cigarettes. Wow. I bought $2.75 worth of gatorade and diet coke.
On the same trip, Will and I also saw an advertisement on the back of a semi that said:
We need “dedicated” drivers.
We wondered what exactly the quotation marks indicated. A direct quote? Or some level of irony?
This past week I managed to make it through only 2 of 7 days without taking a nap of at least 1.5 hours. I had always assumed that the reason women were tired in the last trimester of pregnancy was that they weren’t sleeping well because of back pain, leg cramps, etc. I, however, am sleeping wonderfully at night, usually for 8-9 hours, and I still am finding myself unable function without long naps most afternoons. Ah, well.
It seems like everyone on TV has been shot in the last week. One would think that the people writing the scripts for all of the courtroom/forensics/medical dramas would try to sort of mix things up. But no, from what I can tell from watching the shows or seeing previews for upcoming cliff-hanger season finale episodes, the main plots of CSI, CSI Miami, Gray’s Anatomy, House, and Crossing Jordan all currently center around some important character getting shot. Shocking. I guess last season’s Without a Trace finale with Martin getting shot by a band of rogue African mercenaries set the bar for this year.
I’ve been working on clearing out the closet in Thomas’ room, and I think that the painting of the ducks will take place sometime soon. I’ll keep you posted.
I’m sure lots of other important things have happened as well, but I can’t think of any right now. I did grade another batch of Shakespeare exams, however, so in the next few days I’ll post a collection of gems gathered therefrom.
