Posting may be light around here for the next week or so, as I work at a university and classes are starting AND we’re opening a new building. Any time I’ve gotten overwhelmed by the stress of it all today, one thing has calmed me down. It’s this picture, via the Huffington Post, which should really be the #1 photo in a Google image search of “oh hai:” Feel free to bookmark this picture in case you need a quick pick me up sometime in the future. Smiley seal says hello.
I have a cold, lovingly brought home to me by my pediatrician husband who spends his days with germy children and thought I needed a dose of their cooties, and I’m feeling pretty awful. I only have to make it through one more day of work, though, so I’m hoping to stick it out. I’ve saved up 8 vacation days to tack on to the beginning of my already long (yay for being underpaid and working in academia!) Christmas break, and we’re headed out of town tomorrow evening. All of this together means: posting will be extremely spotty until January or so. I hope you all stay healthy and happy and have a lovely holiday.
Jon just logged into the big computer system that decided our fate (aka matched him with a fellowship program in Pediatric Emergency Medicine) and found out we’re moving to my home, Little Rock, Arkansas in about six months! I’m relieved to finally know, giddy to be going back closer to friends and family, and full of possibilities for the next six months. Now to soak up all the things I have been meaning to do in Charleston before our time here is up!
I’ve been slacking on the blog the past couple of days, and I apologize. Had to turn in a paper on Wednesday, and then proceeded to have one of the worst Thursdays I’ve ever had at work (though I guess I should be thankful that I rarely have bad days, and that my boss was awesome throughout). I’ll try to be a better blogger next week.
In the meantime, I thought I’d share a passage from Aphra Behn’s Oroonoko, which I read for class on Wednesday. I’m writing my final paper about one of her plays, The Rover. Oronooko isn’t a very happy tale, since it’s basically about an African prince who falls in love with a beautiful girl, but loses the girl when his grandfather the king decides to make her his sex slave. He tries to save the beautiful girl, but this only angers the grandfather, who sells her into slavery. Later the prince is tricked into slavery, where he is reunited with his love, but their story ends violently and tragically. Still, this passage from the beginning of Oroonoko and Imoinda’s courtship would make a great wedding vow (minus the whole possession part):
He made her vows she should be the only woman he would possess while he lived; that no age or wrinkles should incline him to change, for her soul would always be fine, and always young; and he should have an eternal idea in his mind of the charms she now bore, and should look into his heart for that idea, when he could find it no longer in her face.
This is just a quick update to say there probably won’t be an update until after Wednesday. I have my first big bad grad school assignment due Wednesday, and I have to work, and we have family in town until tomorrow. Catch ya on Thursday!
I work at a university and classes start back this week, which means I’ll be spending most of my work time actually working– helping new adjuncts figure out their email, overriding students into full classes, assigning lockers, and generally telling everyone in the department to please take a deep breath and calm down. I’m also taking a class this fall and will be starting back to school myself for the first time in three years. Then we’re going to NYC this weekend for my husband’s birthday. And then I have jury duty next week, so who knows what that will be like. Basically posting will be lighter than usual for the next two weeks.
In the mean time, if YOU need to take a deep breath and calm down, I recommend looking at this picture of the Angel Oak. It’s a 1500 year old tree, the oldest living thing East of the Rocky Mountains, and I finally got to see it last week. I should perhaps be ashamed, but it sort of reminded me of the Whomping Willow, though it did not whomp us.
There’s been a death in the family and we’re going to be out of state for the funeral this week, so there probably won’t be any new posts.