I cleaned my bathroom at midnight last night. Why? I'm not sure. Yes, it needed to be done. But it didn't need to be done right that moment. But once in a blue moon I get a strange impulse and I follow it through. (I'm reminded of the time that I woke up at 3 in the morning and decided that the cat litter had to be changed right then
which necessitated going out to the convenience store and buying litter.) If this sort of thing happened more often I'd be worried, but it's a once-in-six months sort of thing, and never anything particularly weird, just weirdly timed. But hey, clean bathroom.
Now if only I could get the impulse today to clean my kitchen and put away laundry. (I hate putting away laundry.)
Not much to report about my life just now. Had the all-day Writing Programs meeting on Wednesday, which is actually a misnomer as I was able to leave around noon. I picked up the books I need for my German class (fortunately only 2, but they only had new copies, so it did cost me $65.) I had lunch with flurije
, too, which was nice.
Thursday I already wrote about, with its expensive car repair (not unanticipated, but still), and the bus ride that wasn't so bad. Lunch with Heather was nice, as was the ice cream afterwards.
Yesterday I met up with Skilliam and wild_donkey_man
, to meet with the professor with whom we are teaching Intro to Brit Lit, over at her house. She fed us muffins and tea (mmm, muffins and tea) and the meeting went fine and actually got me a little ways towards excited to teach the course again. (This will be the 5th semester in a row I've taught it and the second time with this prof. The first time had not gone particularly well-- not because of her but because of me and because of that particular group of students. I have a better handle this time 'round, I feel, on how to approach the course.) The prof is going to teach the class which I will be missing for the Blackfriars Conference
Speaking of missing classes for the conference... we were told in the WP meeting on Wednesday that we must ask permission
to miss classes. Seriously, we now need to go to the head of Writing Programs (and really, oughtn't she have more to do than deal with requests like this? She does, after all, have 10,000
students going through 101 and 102 alone, and 199 instructors to deal with) and ask to be permitted. The head of Writing Programs, who has just started, doesn't know me, doesn't know anything about me, my teaching, my research, or the BF conference, but I have to ask permission. Now, there was never any real
question about getting permission, mind you. There haven't been any complaints about my teaching, or about my missing classes. I had planned around my absences with Blackboard Assignments and such. But still, the need to ask permission grates. Worse, when I emailed, she said she "recommended I be permitted" but sent my email along to another WP director type person (who also doesn't know who I am). (She also said yes and good luck at the conference. But this is not my point!)
Upon talking with Heather on Thursday, she said that when she'd asked the TA Mentors about this new policy of asking permission/letting people know when we won't be in the classroom, that it includes things like Library Days, or Conferences which take place in our offices instead of in our classrooms. REALLY?! Bloody hell. Since that tidbit o' information did not come to me from an official channel, I am disregarding it until further notice.
So. Ho hum. Classes start Monday. I have nothing particularly exciting planned for my final weekend of freedom, especially as flurije
and A. have gone up to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon. They invited me along, and I was sorely tempted, but there are all these little things I need to accomplish. Plus, I sort of need an at-home weekend before jumping into classes. Going on a trip right before the semester starts would jangle my nerves greatly. (And my nerves don't really need further jangling!)
There will, most likely, be more spinning accomplished this weekend. (I've made a major dent, however, in my fiber stash. This is Not Good.) I've been watching Due South
, which I had never seen before. In some ways it feels very dated. In others, it's quite good. I said before that I quite like Paul Gross, which is what inspired me to bump the series up in my Netflix queue (it's also something that always seemed like a show I'd like). I really like the dog in the show (Diefenbaker) but he also makes me a bit sad because he reminds me of my Yanaba (a husky mix) who passed away a little over a year ago now. I still miss her a lot. I've only watched 3 episodes so far, and the pacing seems off
, but perhaps that's a 1994 thing held up to 2009 sensibilities. (Seriously, some of the chase scenes seem to go on forever
.) I'm enjoying it, though, as background while I'm spinning. The other discs I have from Netflix at the moment are Regency House Party
, which I saw when it aired on PBS, but want to see again. (That's the kind of reality show I can get behind). And also Upstairs Downstairs
, which I've never seen, but think will prove a nice counterpart to Regency House Party
. They're all disc ones because I wasn't sure if I'd like Due South
or Upstairs, Downstairs
I'm also rereading as much Terry Pratchett as I can in the next two weeks in preparation for the North American Discworld Convention. It's the sort of thing I wouldn't have made an effort to attend were it not happening here
in Tempe. I used to be obsessive about Discworld, but my interest fell off in recent years. By the same token, the convention should be a lot of fun.
Right. Time to put that laundry away. :(