The Day's (Lack of) Events.
Today was pretty much a repeat of yesterday. Sorry. I spent far too much time reworking the suncatcher I made yesterday, making a few new adornments and cannibalizing a few off some of my old ones. I still don't like the new one, though. It's my most ambitious so far, but I'm focusing too much on the vertical. I need to fix that. I'm also running out of copper wire, and there is no dump where I can quietly take a broken appliance or two for parts to be found. Sigh.
Thad dragged me to dinner today, after realising I hadn't eaten in at least 36 hours. That was nice of him. So far so good on the Tea Front: Not sick of it yet. I'm supplementing my diet with stuff I find on walks - the campus is a regular botanical herb garden. I've been snacking on tarts (I don't know what their "real" name is, maybe sheep sorrel?), mint-bark tree (again, I dunno the proper name for it; it's just something that I learned was edible at my grandparents' knee), and sweet violet among other things, as well as the odd piece of fruit or bagel snagged for me by considerate others. The sad part is, it's probably a healthier, more balanced diet than I've had all semester. :)
The bruises are finally starting to heal. They are turning "spectacularly pyrotechnic," in Thad's words. Right now my arm is mottled purple and that icky greenish-brown a really bad bruise gets. Heheh, oh well. Very interesting color combinations.
Today was such lovely weather - I hung Aggie from a tree and let her enjoy the sunlight all day while I enjoyed its play through my prisms and suncatchers in the window. The birds are still coming and going to the feeder; I'm not trying to catch them anymore because the sparrows are becoming quite friendly. They will sit there in the seed tray and cheep at me on my bed. They are so curious! One of them (or maybe they all do and I just can't tell them apart) keeps getting right up to the glass and craning his head to see what I'm doing. It's gotten to the point where I smile and wave back and they don't fly away. Tacky, yeah, but I'll take all the friends I can get. I think I have another "friend" as well: A fat, mangy-looking squirrel has figured out that I have a feeder on my window and is determined to empty it for me. Every morning now I wake up to find he's pried the top off and has his head plunged to the ears in seed, contentedly munching away. Little bugger.
I really can't wait for work to be over so I can go home and write my paper on Gothic architecture. Sigh. Work's not bad; I'm just sick of it. I have a big paper due on Dr Marcus Rediker's book "Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea: Merchant Seamen and Pirates in the Age of Sail: 1700-1750." The book was written by a rabid foaming Marxist and it pisses me off. According to Rediker, sailors are pretty much the heroes of the working class (which they also founded, according to him). ARGH. And THEN I get to write about cannibalism among Tribolium larvae, huzzah! (Note sarcastic tone.) What is it with me and cannibalism this week? I can't escape it! ;)
OK, I'm done.
~SOC
Thad dragged me to dinner today, after realising I hadn't eaten in at least 36 hours. That was nice of him. So far so good on the Tea Front: Not sick of it yet. I'm supplementing my diet with stuff I find on walks - the campus is a regular botanical herb garden. I've been snacking on tarts (I don't know what their "real" name is, maybe sheep sorrel?), mint-bark tree (again, I dunno the proper name for it; it's just something that I learned was edible at my grandparents' knee), and sweet violet among other things, as well as the odd piece of fruit or bagel snagged for me by considerate others. The sad part is, it's probably a healthier, more balanced diet than I've had all semester. :)
The bruises are finally starting to heal. They are turning "spectacularly pyrotechnic," in Thad's words. Right now my arm is mottled purple and that icky greenish-brown a really bad bruise gets. Heheh, oh well. Very interesting color combinations.
Today was such lovely weather - I hung Aggie from a tree and let her enjoy the sunlight all day while I enjoyed its play through my prisms and suncatchers in the window. The birds are still coming and going to the feeder; I'm not trying to catch them anymore because the sparrows are becoming quite friendly. They will sit there in the seed tray and cheep at me on my bed. They are so curious! One of them (or maybe they all do and I just can't tell them apart) keeps getting right up to the glass and craning his head to see what I'm doing. It's gotten to the point where I smile and wave back and they don't fly away. Tacky, yeah, but I'll take all the friends I can get. I think I have another "friend" as well: A fat, mangy-looking squirrel has figured out that I have a feeder on my window and is determined to empty it for me. Every morning now I wake up to find he's pried the top off and has his head plunged to the ears in seed, contentedly munching away. Little bugger.
I really can't wait for work to be over so I can go home and write my paper on Gothic architecture. Sigh. Work's not bad; I'm just sick of it. I have a big paper due on Dr Marcus Rediker's book "Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea: Merchant Seamen and Pirates in the Age of Sail: 1700-1750." The book was written by a rabid foaming Marxist and it pisses me off. According to Rediker, sailors are pretty much the heroes of the working class (which they also founded, according to him). ARGH. And THEN I get to write about cannibalism among Tribolium larvae, huzzah! (Note sarcastic tone.) What is it with me and cannibalism this week? I can't escape it! ;)
OK, I'm done.
~SOC