the daffodils are all out, the tulips are starting, and just the tips of the forsinthia are yellow. the dirt against the walls of my bulding is quite ugly and unrecovered from winter, and there's all kinds of crap blown around in the grass, but there's this one bush in the front that is unashamedly glowing green, and it makes me quite happy.
was fed today. colaborative seminar went to the new diner on wabash. the place was really cool- only place i know you can get a bagel with lox downtown. and really, it was okay. but then after cromer left my classmates were talking about my advisor, saying how much they liked her and thought she was the best of the design faculty. and i'm like, wow, that's really interesting. which was STUPID, cause of course then they were like, oooh, tell us what she's really like from a costumer's point of view. and i should have said, naw, i don't wanna talk about it. i don't really trust them, and now i feel creepy about it. but i told them how awful she is and how i hate her. ugh. bad bad karma coming my way. anyway, then in the costume shop we had a pizza party for ragtime loading out. so i got lots of food. it's sad though, no more sewing now. just cleaning. we put lots of stuff away. then i started organizing ties. folding hundreds of them, un knotting them, pressing them, lining them up in little straight piles by color- really, a great job. but i'm rather tired now, and oh my feet hurt.
i can't decide if i should go to hear girlyman at schubas or not tonight. i've just discovered every moment of my time for the next week is filled completely up. tomorrow i work, then i have my conference for fiction writing, then a few hours to pack. early friday morning i take the bus cleveland, and don't come back till sunday night. monday is class ALL DAY as usual, tuesday is work then a dentist appointment, and after that i'm going to visit the purifoys. and hopefully go to the co-op cause htey seem to be the only place left in the city to sell bulk spices. they better have dill. i hate those marco polo prices at the grocery store, as my mom says. anyway, class and work monday. home by 6.30. pet the cat, if she's still alive.
am really worried about her this weekend. i hope she doesn't attack ch upon him walking in the door.
anyway, what other inspired things do i have to say? am reading joe jones by anne lamott, and she's really fabulous. since i've been taking fiction writing 2, i've been really noticing, and impressed by, good writers. i mean, i read all sorts of books that i love, but i really notice when a book is well constructed or characters are well written. anne lammott's characters are amazing. before i read hard laughter, my opinion of her fiction was good characters, but that's not enough to follow them so aimlessly through life. i was eh about rosie, didn't even finish crooked little heart, then read all new people, and was like, hey, there's somethign here. i dont' really like it, but it's good. and then hard laughter was like I LOVE HER. and joe jones, i was expecting to read it because it would be good for me, and i have fallen in love with these people. particularly their conversations. they have such FABULOUS diologue, realistic sounding, clear distinct voices. and they have a comfortable familiarilty with each other, and annie explains all their in jokes to the reader, so you feel like you're in on it too.
oh, and i wanna riff a little about people turning 80. so i'm going to the farm this weekend for my grandfather's 80th b-day party. and a's also going to pa for her grandmother's 80th birthday party. (we won't be seeing each other, though- it's a BIG state.) l's grandma just moved to mi, and she's turning 80 too. and then there was a feature in the newspaper monday about queen elizabeth and hugh hefner both turning 80 as well. what was the deal with 1926? i wonder if there's some kind of statistic, babies born in april live longer or something...
hey, that wasn't so bad. i think i remember how to do this blogging thing.
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