Tuesday, January 13, 2015

All Systems A Go

Oh, the ramp up. Back to normal life.

I was an hour and a half into an intense ACT tutoring sesh last night - science - and my brain was just mush. My student goes, "I totally don't get why that's the answer." I was like, me neither, let's just keep going.

Plus, I took on a new student yesterday - my fave! Third grade! - to tutor. His parents were like, "Do you have any experience teaching writing?"  Hahahahahahahahaha.

I give everybody this crazed look and they slowly back away.


I have two days (counting today) to get my stuff straight before all I'm doing is writing and grading papers. And reading Jane Austen. And fumbling through Feminist theory. And pining for naps of yore.


Again with Lucy not being sympathetic.


I've been working in random appointments and errands while I have time on my hands, and every day I say I'm going to go to the grocery store. And every day I glide, glide away in my chair and read instead. We now have to rifle through the cabinets for old granola bars and stale chips to eat. Just. Too. Lazy.

I'll pay you a thousand dollars to organize my life and also tutor for me today. Thanks.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

That Moment Before All Hell Breaks Loose

You know that moment, say when your plane is about to take off, or when they launch a rocket - and the engines are fired up and the noise and vibrations are taking over, but there's no movement? That moment when you're still just sitting on the runway, when the arms break away from the rocket, and it's just levitating?

That's me today.

Source
In about 3.5 seconds, all hell is going to break loose and I'm going to be high in the sky, all systems a go.

This week (today, actually), all of my tutoring starts up again and I start the new writing consultant job on Thursday. I'm in the final stages of solidifying my syllabus which has proven about 400 times more complicated than I expected (all readings, all assignments, all points, all homework, all activities, all scheduling and planning for the entire semester) but I am trying to think long-term and not kill myself on a day-to-day basis in the coming months. This present difficulty will prove to be a blessing in the middle of February when none of my neurons are firing and I'm incapable of simple personal hygiene, much less reading, writing, or planning anything.

Lucy is not sympathetic.


The pet store was out of her usual litter, so I had to get this white, fluffy kind. It looks like it's snowing in her cage, and she messes it up all the time, but it made sense in theory.
My disdain of learning new technology aside, these new phones take phenomenal pictures. Check this one out, from my covert op last week. I could tell you about it, but then I would have to kill you.


I will pay you $1,000 to finish my semester planning.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Want to Hear About the Book or the Food?

I bustled through the door tonight after Lit Society and told G that we had the most amazing dinner. He held his hand up before I could say anything else, and remarked, "If I want to know about it, I'll read the blog." One of us is a foodie and one of us is most decidedly not.

But, you guys! The food!

This is clam and mushroom pasta in a cream sauce, garnished ever so lightly with flat leafed parsley. You might think, like I did, oh who cares about the parsley. And you would be missing out. It ever so subtly cut the creaminess of the sauce and added just the slightest hint of texture. I tell you, I don't know how Nat King Cole stays so trim. If I were married to Chef Campo, I wouldn't fit through the front door. That is a fact.   


My stunning contribution was dessert. The best and freshest pineapple this side of the Pacific, with a regular apple thrown in for good measure or extra fiber or something, and a fruit dip. Here's the thing - whip together a block of cream cheese and two small containers (or one honkin container) of marshmallow cream and you have a little taste of Heaven. You're welcome.


But, the book! It was also a winner. This was a fiction month and we read Aviator's Wife by Melanie Benjamin.


The book is a fictitious account of the life of Charles and Anne Morrow Lindberg. A little refresher: Charles Lindberg was the first person to fly solo over the Atlantic Ocean. He later married a young, very smart girl from a well-to-do family. Anne became a remarkable pilot herself, they had several children (one of whom was famously kidnapped) and became, in effect, America's first celebrities. A better word would be 'heroes', because that's truly what they were in the eyes of the nation - or what Charles was, at least - but they achieved a level of unsolicited notoriety and fame and press coverage that eventually caused them to move to England in order to escape it all.

Nat King Cole and I had a fascinating conversation about the pros and cons of the nature of historical fiction. But, that aside, the book was compelling and left us both wanting to know more about this fascinating family. I highly recommend this one.

And it led me to the next book, written by Anne Morrow Lindberg herself (she was an accomplished poet and writer - majored in Literature!), Gift From the Sea


It is a short book of essays about life, growing older, marriage, and motherhood. I don't think I would have appreciated it very much if I had not just read The Aviator's Wife. After reading it, though, I can say that Benjamin nailed Anne's voice, tone, and general persona in her book. Anne likens stages of life to various sea shells found on the beach, and expounds upon her thoughts. It is a book I will probably pick up again in a few years. It was very interesting, though, to read that one so shortly before reading A Room of One's Own. All these remarkable women! I do believe I'm prepared for that Feminist Thought class!  :)

Monday, January 5, 2015

Prepping for a Feminist Thought Class

Ok, just one more pic from last night. My Sunset Beach drink was every bit as tasty as it looks.


You know how I keep harping about the (exciting! wonderful!) fact that I'm taking two Lit classes very soon? Well, one of them is a Feminist Thought class. I'm earning a graduate certificate in Gender and Women's Studies, so this class kills two academic birds with one stone. Also? I know about feminism in general, but not so much about how it has appeared within literature at large, so I'm looking forward to learning about that.

G is convinced this class will turn me into a man hater and force him to tip toe around his own house. Apparently he thinks I'm incapable of independent thought and our 13.5 years of marriage will quickly fade into the background while I'm burning bras and trashing his XBox...


So, in thinking about the upcoming class, I read Virginia Woolf's essay, "A Room of One's Own." This is yet another classic that I have never read before. Sometimes I wonder what I actually did read as an English undergraduate major, besides Shakespeare, but anyhoo.

As you probably already know, this essay is actually a combination of essays she wrote to present at conferences about women and literature. It's part history, part socio-economic commentary, part philosophy, part art. She posits that in order for a person - but really, for a woman - to be freed up to think about and subsequently write literature, she will need about 500 pounds a year (i.e. a semblance of financial autonomy) and a room of her own (as opposed to sitting in the family room, surrounded by children and duties and expectations and interruptions). A famous part of this essay is Woolf's theory about what would have happened to Shakespeare's hypothetical sister if she had had the abilities and desires he had, and tried to professionally implement them in London. Needless to say, it would have turned out much differently and most likely tragically.

I'm really glad I finally read this, and I plan to read Mrs. Dalloway sometime soon, hopefully before school starts. One note - in this essay, Woolf does not come across as a man hater. She's quite frank about the realities of her time and the past concerning gender equality (or the lack thereof) but she is also very clear in her belief that art and writing takes both sexes, and something is missing when women are not represented, or if there is a mistaken belief that men, and men only, can adequately represent women.

OK, I must go prepare for tutoring, which means at some point today I'm going to have to get out of these pj's. **sigh**

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Starting the New Year Off WRIGHT

Thanks to G's parents and one of their Christmas gifts that was not stolen from us by the U.S. Postal Service, we went to a hockey game tonight! We got to see the Colorado Avalanches play!

First, the pre-game festivities:



View of my city from the Pepsi Center.




G's parents, I have to say, treat us right. We were in the THIRD ROW and could see everything. We call these the "snot seats" because players so often run each other into the plexi glass and, well, you know the rest.

Get this - the seats are cushioned! OMG it was actually comfortable to sit there for a couple of hours.



Is this a great view or what?



These guys were about to start fighting over me but then I held up my hand and flashed my wedding ring. Geez. I can't go anywhere these days.


We lost by one point in the last minute of the game, but still. It was a good time and we had so much fun. Nothing like a little violence on ice to start the new year off wright.

I will pay you a thousand dollars to tutor for me tomorrow and also to finish up my unit lesson plans for this semester.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

2015: Year of the (Poor) House + Good Book Rec

2015 will be a markedly different year for dawrighthouse.  If we could establish our own zodiac or Chinese symbol for it, it would be known as The Year of The House.  Instead of taking a big trip or vacation, we are dedicating this year - in loin cloth and ashes if we have to - to selling the VA house.  Nothing will happen until this summer, but we are crossing our fingers and Lucy's toes that we can quickly make some improvements, get it on the market, and get it sold.


This will also be the year of the Denver house, in a smaller way.  We are fast approaching our least favorite time of the year.  No big holidays, no expected time off, nothing super exciting going on.  So, we're going to spend the time indoors doing some painting, some decorating, some re-arranging.

And - to stick with the house theme - we are starting the year off in the poor house.  Over the past few months, all of our devices have, one by one, given up the ghost.  First it was our Mac laptop that stores all of our vacation pics (they are backed up to an external hard drive, but it is programmed for a Mac, not my PC laptop).  Not that big of a deal, but we knew eventually we were going to get another laptop so G could use it, since mine is off limits because of all the school and work stuff on it.

Then my iPod died.  And I must say, in its defense, that it lasted over six years!  Remember, I basically live in my car, so I'm all about my music, and I lost access to it.  I didn't feel comfortable downloading it onto my phone, because that, too, was on its last leg.  All of our tech stuff was years old, and it was rapidly going downhill.

Long story short, on the first day of the new year, G's phone died, and we ended up getting - all at once - new phones, a new laptop, and a new iPod.

Hence, the poor house.

I haven't blogged because I've been in such a funk about spending our life savings and also figuring out all the new devices.  Two of my least favorite things besides car trouble.

But, there's also been this:


This book has been recommended to me so many times. The only reason I can think of in my defense for not reading it until this week is that I totally judged a book by its cover. Reader Cardinal Sin #1, I know. Despite high recommendations from book peeps, it just seemed boring and stuffy and way too historical for me.

Boy, was I wrong.

I couldn't put this book down.  It has consumed the last few days of my life. I just looked up from it this morning to realize that I have a full week of tutoring ahead of me once again, and then I start my new writing consultant job, and then classes start. I spent the remainder of my break in sixteenth century England and I don't regret one minute of it.

The story is about the infamous Boleyn family, told from the perspective of the "lesser" of the two sisters, Mary. Essentially, the entire book is about the awesome amount of work, cunning, and sheer will (and luck!) that it takes to survive and thrive within the King's court. I tend to think of the royals of that time period (certainly not the commoners) as cushy, bored, sitting around in a parlor listening to the lute and sewing. And while they did this, it turns out it was mostly a cover for all the plotting and seducing and betrayal that was constantly going on. All with the intention of gaining the king's attention, and favor, and then conceiving a boy.

Man, is it always about conceiving a boy. Even in writing this, I know it doesn't come across as all that interesting. But I could not put it down. And I feel now that I have a much more accurate understanding - or at least, appreciation - of how difficult and exhausting life in the court must have been.

Drop what you're doing and read it immediately.  Meanwhile, G and I will be moving all of our electronic devices into our cardboard box on the corner.

Thursday, January 1, 2015

...But I Just Got Used to 2014...

Happy New Year!


This was the only way we could get all three introverts into the picture.  Yes, Lucy is scowling in the background.  She hates festivities, traditions, and all celebrations around here.  She wishes we would leave her completely alone and yet keep feeding her on a regular basis, including granola and yogurt treats.