The seasons are changing here in Wisconsin, and everything seems to be happening all at once. Midterms, deadlines, big meetings, homecoming games, harvest, hunting seasons, and fall holidays are converging. These last few warm (or warm enough) days with clear skies have brought out every classic car in three counties just to drive around for the last time before spring turns warm (it certainly doesn’t start that way). In the last week I have seen three Maseratis. In Jefferson County.
Some of the trees on campus are absolutely shameless with their color displays. They’ll probably get even more brazen before they lose their leaves entirely. At that point we’ll all have to bundle up to move across campus — except for the two random undergrads who will somehow make it through the entire winter season wearing shorts. I don’t know how they do it.
This week I got caught up on a few things and met some deadlines with HOURS to spare. HOURS, I tell you! That might just be the way of the world if I keep taking classes for the rest of my life: always another deadline coming up. But if I can pour on the work for the course — two more papers and an in-class presentation, unless I’m missing something — I can shift my focus to the scholarly writing projects I need to start.
I have taken a deep breath and resumed making progress on the Impossible Read, even though I’m not looking forward to seeing what happens to everyone in King Arthur’s court in excruciating detail. Finish this book, watch some movies, read two more Arthurian books, and then I’ll be able to move to the next set of books. The Mahabharata seems to be up next but I don’t actually have my own copy. If it’s not next in the historical sequence, the next book will be the Epic of Gilgamesh. (If you can help me figure this out, please leave a comment!)
I have also acquired another electronic typewriter from my friend CJ, though I haven’t taken any photos of it yet. It’s a Smith-Corona Memory Correct model manufactured sometime in the 1990s, making it my youngest typewriter.
Most of the typewriter records that are being kept and consulted have to do with manual and electric typewriters rather than anything electronic, which is not perceived as having any sort of character or individuality. On the other hand, they might be fine machines for someone who was raised on computers and isn’t yet ready to step so far back in time. If they can find an unused supply of Smith-Corona “H” carbon cartridges and correction ribbons somewhere, good luck to them.
Knitwise, at least I’m thinking about knitting. It’s not that I lack for yarn, needles, or patterns at the moment. It’s more a matter of lacking time and attention span. But soon and very soon, it will get cold enough for me to actually cast on for something to help keep me warm.
Chocolate Sheep 