My dearest denizens of the Blogosphere, I was going to begin this post in a manner similar to my last week-in-review post, meaning that I was going to begin this post with a clumsily-constructed metaphor for how busy I am and how it feels like my head’s being held in a blender going past full-speed and all that sort of thing. Then I stopped to take a breath for a moment and realized I was breathing, and hey, as long as that’s going on, it can’t all be that bad, can it? Plus, the blender-whir has finally at least reached the point where I feel like I’m making something. This week’s been productive, and more in the delicious smoothie or tasty chilled soup way rather than the bloody mangled stump of a hand way. I’ve vacuumed, I’ve graded, I’ve made multiple PowerPoints featuring multiple cat photographs, I’ve written things that didn’t make me feel like vomiting, I’ve sewn, I’ve crafted, I’ve slept (sort of), I’ve written things in my planner and then crossed them out at the end of the day. Not the worst week, surely.
So, you know what’s next. Let’s take a look at it …
Day 256: As part of my continuing efforts to rid my kidneys of stones and keep them from gathering the raw material to build more stones, which apparently they really enjoy doing, I’ve started taking weekly walks. As an excuse for these walks being at a pace so slow that I swear to God an inchworm laughed at me, I’ve turned them into photo walks so that I can pull out my Holga or Holga-like iPhone apps whenever that inchworm shows up with his smug grin — which means I have all the more reasons to take and post faux-artistic photographs of trees, rooftops, and things hanging out on sidewalks.
Day 257: This is the Decole tape dispenser that now lives on my desk in my campus office. This is also the Decole tape dispenser that is so cute no one, no one, can look at it directly for too long without risking a serious retina burn from all of the cuteness.
Day 258: Lately, I’ve been experiencing a serious bout of insomnia, which, for me, apparently means turning on the light at 2 a.m. and reading appropriately titled books by mystic saints.
Day 259: This is the kawaii fabric I ordered and received for my various sewing projects. This is also the kawaii fabric I don’t know if I’ll actually be able to sew with because no one, NO ONE, can look at it too directly for too long without risking a serious retina-burn from all the kawaii-ness.
Day 260: Emma, you’re surely thinking, those are towels. I mean, it’s a picture of towels. What gives? Well, yes. It is a picture of towels. But what gives is a lot. I’m finally starting to sort-of-kind-of feel better, which means that I’m finally starting to be able to sort-of-kind-of do things I haven’t been able to do for a while, like wash and dry a load of towels and then FOLD THEM IMMEDIATELY. This also means I’m starting to realize just how bad I’ve felt for a long time, which is, well, bad. Like getting-towels-out-of-the-dryer-for-a-week-and-a-half bad. But hey, at least the towels that lived in my dryer were clean?
Day 261: I’m kind of fascinated by these erasures on the side of this gas station. I always wonder what exactly they said.
Day 262: On Tuesdays, I teach through both lunch and dinner, which means I have to bring both lunch and dinner to work with me — which I’m not particularly good at. However, I have to admit that gluten-free lunches and dinners taste a lot better when brought to work in a lunch-bag I sewed myself, because then they taste like SUCCESS.
