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Busy! Busy! Busy! Oh, and SNOW!
Nov. 27th, 2006 07:09 amI would like to begin this entry by stating, clearly and unequivocably, that I detest Chekov. We went to The Seagull on Friday night, and it was the most depressing thing I have ever seen. It was well done, well acted, and, I think, could not have been a better performance. The depression was entirely Chekov's fault. It didn't help that part of the play was about depressed writers, and I've been feeling a bit down about my writing lately. (This has passed; Cassandra is speaking to me again! *SQUEE!*)
In any case, it was a fairly relaxed Thanksgiving weekend. I spent it with my husband and in-laws, and there was much good food and conversation. Alex and I finally gave his sister and brother-in-law their Christmas presents from last year. His sister's hand-knitted socks fit perfectly, but I forgot to take a picture of her wearing them. Ah, well. I should be able to have her send me a picture of her wearing the socks.
I didn't get to see any of my side of the family, however. Mom and Dad are down in California with Grandma, and Josh had to work all weekend long. (I really do think that all grocery and retail stores should close by 4:00 pm on Thanksgiving so that the employees can go home and spend time with their families. It's a crime how they keep them working until really late on Thanksgiving, especially considering how much things slow down in the late afternoon/early evening.) Dad is coming home on Tuesday, but Mom is staying on until who-knows-when. Grandma really isn't doing well, and the doctors are still trying to figure out how to help her. In the meantime, Grandma is practically bedridden. The pain is much better, but now severe nausea has set in and she still can't leave her bed for more than a few minutes at a time. Mom feels that she needs to be with Grandma right now, and I agree, even though I miss her a lot.
I woke up this morning to find snow on the ground and all over the trees, and still falling in that soft, powdered-sugar sort of way. I am probably still going to class this morning but, as my afternoon class is watching The Court Jester and I just found out that my final paper is due Wednesday afternoon, not Friday afternoon, I think I'm going to be home this afternoon finishing up the paper and watching The Court Jester while I work on finishing my cloak. The paper shouldn't take too much time--I'm already on page 2 out of 10 and I still need to add in some references for that section (clothes). Then I get to write about the other things that display status at a medieval feast.
My one disappointment about not going to school all day today is that I won't be able to walk down to the yarn store and talk to the yarn ladies about my dilemma. I am about one-third of the way through my feather and fan shawl (more on that in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
needle_ninja), and I am almost out of yarn. Unfortunately, I bought this yarn about three years ago, so I doubt that they will have the same dye lot anymore. I shall have to ask the yarn ladies what to do. If it doesn't happen today, that's all right. I have other projects to finish.
More later. At the moment, I can't tell whether there's actual snow coming down, or if I'm just watching the wind blow snowflakes off the trees.
In any case, it was a fairly relaxed Thanksgiving weekend. I spent it with my husband and in-laws, and there was much good food and conversation. Alex and I finally gave his sister and brother-in-law their Christmas presents from last year. His sister's hand-knitted socks fit perfectly, but I forgot to take a picture of her wearing them. Ah, well. I should be able to have her send me a picture of her wearing the socks.
I didn't get to see any of my side of the family, however. Mom and Dad are down in California with Grandma, and Josh had to work all weekend long. (I really do think that all grocery and retail stores should close by 4:00 pm on Thanksgiving so that the employees can go home and spend time with their families. It's a crime how they keep them working until really late on Thanksgiving, especially considering how much things slow down in the late afternoon/early evening.) Dad is coming home on Tuesday, but Mom is staying on until who-knows-when. Grandma really isn't doing well, and the doctors are still trying to figure out how to help her. In the meantime, Grandma is practically bedridden. The pain is much better, but now severe nausea has set in and she still can't leave her bed for more than a few minutes at a time. Mom feels that she needs to be with Grandma right now, and I agree, even though I miss her a lot.
I woke up this morning to find snow on the ground and all over the trees, and still falling in that soft, powdered-sugar sort of way. I am probably still going to class this morning but, as my afternoon class is watching The Court Jester and I just found out that my final paper is due Wednesday afternoon, not Friday afternoon, I think I'm going to be home this afternoon finishing up the paper and watching The Court Jester while I work on finishing my cloak. The paper shouldn't take too much time--I'm already on page 2 out of 10 and I still need to add in some references for that section (clothes). Then I get to write about the other things that display status at a medieval feast.
My one disappointment about not going to school all day today is that I won't be able to walk down to the yarn store and talk to the yarn ladies about my dilemma. I am about one-third of the way through my feather and fan shawl (more on that in
needle_ninja), and I am almost out of yarn. Unfortunately, I bought this yarn about three years ago, so I doubt that they will have the same dye lot anymore. I shall have to ask the yarn ladies what to do. If it doesn't happen today, that's all right. I have other projects to finish. More later. At the moment, I can't tell whether there's actual snow coming down, or if I'm just watching the wind blow snowflakes off the trees.
