-Saiwe is back home. He was on three meds, but the Dr. Kahler declared him healthy enough to stop one of them on Tuesday's checkup. Attitude-wise he's back to normal, or at least as normal as it gets while he's molting.
-For those who missed the memo, I'm not living with Mom and Dad any more; I am instead at a duplex near the university with a couple other people, and loving it.
-I got a gorgeous and very sweet cat along with the move, but he doesn't care for being photographed. I'll post pictures of him when I can actually get them.
-I've been doing a lot of crochet work, for various reasons. Mom, you really ought to like what I'm working on now. I might just have to give it to you before September.
-I finally found my harp tuner. I won't say I'm going to play it faithfully, because whenever I say that I don't, but I will say that I no longer have fingernails, and that my fingertips are developing (gasp!) calluses.
-Choir = love. Hand-bell choir = love + headaches.
-I have a bevy of older Assyrian ladies conspiring to get me a boyfriend. It's somewhat frightening, but mostly amusing.
-I have 23 units next semester, and I alternate between eager anticipation and dread. I suppose I'll settle on one or the other a few weeks into term, but I'd rather know now. Don't tell me I'm crazy: it's been said a number of times already, and at this point probably won't change a single thing. It might get an eye-roll, though.
-I continue to fuss over my list of telcoms, weres, vampires-that-really-aren't, and the associated 'verses.
3 comments:
How many English classes? How many science/math?
Congrats on the cat and on getting Saiwe back! You know, you really should record some of your harp music some time. Crocheting, eh? How about that binary-vampire scarf. *grins*
Oh, and for the record, Assyrian people are awesome. And they make the most amazing food... So if you get a boyfriend, who happens to be Assyrian, make sure he can cook.
Good hunting to you.
I may record some -- but if so it'll be pretty far into the future when, you know, I can actually play and have it sound half-way decent. And Assyrian food is good, yes.
Of course on the flip side guys raised with traditional Assyrian values and behavior-patterns tend to be very, ah, lord-of-the-manor with their families and women, so that might not go over very well. At all.
(Project of the month: I'm embroidering a tank top in bright red thread, in Cirth, in Latin. Translated it reads thus: "I blow things up, therefore I am, even if someone else suddenly isn't.")
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