What in the frilly heck is Mama Nature up to?
I can’t wait to be rid of the rattling windows and snippy drafts that slice deep into my soul during these torrential downpours.
Of course, when I was busy with coursework and didn’t venture out into the world, it was gorgeous outside. Now that I have a class to go to tomorrow, I’m in need of Noah’s trusty mode of transportation.
Anyhoo, no rest for the wicked.
I know you’re the shortest month and might feel like you’re not getting the love, but hey, don’t be so fickle. There’s even that special day on the fourteenth that should cheer you up. Can you please not deceive us with sunshine only to have the wind hit us in the face? I mean, come on, it’s like getting punched with fireballs or something!
But I digress. I apologize. It’s hard to concentrate when your teeth are chattering and any part of your body not heavily layered feels like it might break off. Upside? People watching. There are really strange things people get up to when they think others are preoccupied with braving inclement weather.
Behold, I did manage to get work done this week, despite the recurring desire to curl up in a ball beneath a heavy blanket with hot cocoa–poured directly on me. Warmth, thy will be mine!
Je parle et écris un peu de français and, so far, things are going well.
Ha. I’ll write an entire post in another language one of these days. I’d write some Mandarin pinyin, too. I just need to figure out how to get the keyboard to show the correct tonal accents.
Lots of scholarly events this week, new people, the start of a mentorship for new and ESL students, but the highlight? Seeing Tom Hiddleston in Coriolanus. Brilliant performance for an underrated play. I enjoyed their interpretation of one of Shakespeare’s later works. The humor injected by the actors’ reactions to serious matters made it more entertaining. What I did find fascinating was the innovative set design. Such a small physical space was used to tell a story of a much grander scale. I love watching plays to see how other creative minds transform the written word into amazing visuals. Great inspiration.
And it’s déjà vu all over again.
Seekingsomepeace made my day. In woefully delayed fashion from quite a week, I say a bright eyed and bushy-tailed thank you. I’ve had this blog for less than a year. It’s nice to know that my brain spills have a wide appeal. Twice, even.
I shall address all things Liebster–not the singer, mind you–and get to the ROW80 check-in after that. Good? Good.
Here’s the skinny:
1) Link back to the person who nominated you. (Thanks again, Seekingsomepeace!)
2) Answer the ten questions asked by aforementioned lovely person.
3) Nominate ten other awesome and lovely people.
4) Send off ten questions you’d like them to ask you.
5) Let the nominees know how awesome they are by popping by their blog to inform them of their greatness.
It’s a fun way to promote a blogtastic atmosphere over the interwebs and fosters global and cyber unity. Me likey.
Much like the hump in the week, we all must forge ahead.
I made an infinity scarf for the Sisterhood. It was literally an arm-numbing experience. But I ran into a snafu and while dealing with schoolwork, decided to thread the stitches onto a wrapping paper holder (or an empty toilet roll for giants. I’m in the middle of revising my fractured tales series, so you can imagine I’ve got creatures on the brain. But I digress.)
Cut to me waking up from a power nap the other day (i.e. zonked from a full linguistically educational day) and I went to turn on the light. I knocked the thing over, which had been perfectly fine for the last nine days.
POOF! Goodbye, scarf. Hello, pile of… well, yarn.
The tangled heap could still work as an unraveling blanket of sorts–art imitating life, mayhaps? However, I chose to take the high road–without cussing–and took it as a test of my resolve.
YOU DON’T MESS WITH MY ZEN.
It’s twenty frakkin’ fourteen, people. I’m all up in the calmness and serenity. To reverse a phrase: What is undone CAN be done and done, once more. I’ll get her that scarf if I have to staple gun the thing to her body.
*ahem*
Calm.
Serenity.
Textploits of the Writerly Persuasion 