| | This week has marked the return not only of existential musings, but also of crochet. The task I was doing at work this week required almost no typing at all, surprisingly, so it was a good chance to resume usual activities. I actually finished all the squares for my afghan, and I'm getting the yarn I need for the edging and joining tomorrow, so maybe in the next week or two I'll have a brand new, home made blanket that it's way too hot to use for another five months. But today I made an octopus, without a pattern, with cute little button eyes and multicolored legs, plus a little rectangular monster thingy to keep him company. The octopus took maybe four hours, since I was using single crochet, but it's totally worth it.
Tomorrow my dad and Emily are coming up for the holiday, but I'm afraid it'll get rained out. This morning I actually got off the parkway and headed back towards home the downpour was so torrential. I'm a pretty stoic bad weather driver, having driven down the coast or through the Berkshires in more snowstorms and nor'easters than I can count, but it had been raining since 6 in the morning and the roads just weren't draining. Route 2 is bad at the best of times with puddles and potholes, and I'm not quite as willing to drive through large bodies of water ever since I stupidly, stupidly charged ahead through about two and a half feet under an overpass in Natick with a little hatchback stalled in the left lane and the cops closing down the street soon after. How embarrassing would it have been to have gotten stuck? Stupid Massachusetts divided highways, though, there was literally no other place to go but forward. Tally ho.
But the rain eased up as soon as I got to the office, dripping and annoyed, and there's only supposed to be a 30% chance of isolated thunderstorms on Saturday. I was so excited about this summer, you guys. I wanted to go places and see things and enjoy the weather after the long winter we had. Things are not working out exactly the way I planned.
Aside from that, nothing much going on. I've started to email some grad schools about random questions. I know you're supposed to apply to like 10 schools, because it's self-selective to begin with and all, but I can't even find that many schools I'd be vaguely interested in. My top two are Tufts and Brandeis, partly because they're in the area, but also because there are professors there in the subject I'm interested in. William and Mary is another one, but it's just so far away. Trinity in Hartford has an interesting program that's geared towards evenings, and it's like half the cost per credit of any of the other schools. But there's no faculty match, which is a problem. Knowing exactly what I want to do my thesis on - and knowing it's fairly obscure - is making it difficult. I know there doesn't have to be a professor researching the exact same thing I want to, but having at least someone in the same region and more or less the same time period seems to be to be a requirement.
If you've never read or watched any of the myriad versions of Pride and Prejudice (Pride and Prejudice and Zombies doesn't count), you can skip this part, but I saw this skit the other day (the second one; starts around the 2:05 mark) and couldn't stop laughing. If that's not exactly what you want to say to Caroline Bingley the whole damn book, I don't know what is.
Anywho, time to sign off. I guess the "tomorrow" I referred to earlier is actually today now, but whatever. Same thing. Who cares. Good night.
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