The roller coaster is readying itself for a second lap of the track; because of last week’s Monday holiday, the Monday-only classes — including mine — didn’t meet. (Though some of our eager students with Monday/Wednesday classes tried to attend them on Tuesday morning, with amusing results.) So while we all tried to figure out what day of the week it really was, I was printing out various updated versions of the course syllabus, downloading the reading, and making note cards. This semester I’m determined to know my ontology from my epistemology, or — so help me — I’m going to have to change my methodology and create a new paradigm. Just watch me!
The book project has now firmed up into what looks more like a normal book project, and last week I met with someone else who will help me with my book proposal application process. Having more people on campus who are willing to help and support me really does make me feel calmer about tackling this subject and getting started on the book. Now I know why those “acknowledgments” sections are so long and detailed.
The big project will be preceded by smaller ones so I can build up some scholarly credibility in different places. And I need to precede those projects with some correspondence to some key players on different campuses.
This weekend I realized that I could redeem my gift card that the American Red Cross offered me after my most recent blood donation. I chose an Amazon gift card and applied it directly to my Amazon account. Then I went hunting for a research-related text, and bam! I have bartered my blood for a book. I’ll be eligible to do it again in December.
More copies of the textbook I’m studying have been unlocked by my local university librarian, and two of them may be available for pickup by tomorrow afternoon.
Knitwise, the yarn and the needles and the pattern are still in the knitting bag, waiting for me to have time and patience enough to try again to turn them into wrist warmers. It didn’t happen last week, and next week isn’t looking good, either. But you know what? We’re all gonna live.
This past weekend was the Wisconsin Sheep and Wool Festival in Jefferson, Wisconsin — right down the road a ways. I’ll bet everyone had a wonderful time, even if those campers might have gotten a bit chilly on Saturday night. Somehow I suspect that everyone in the campground was bundled up rather cozily.
Chocolate Sheep 