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Monday, November 29, 2010

Bunny!

Today I want to tell you about a book. The book is called "Watership Down" and is written by Richard Adams.  It is, on the surface, a book about rabbits, but is really about different forms of government. I've read it twice, and enjoyed it both times, especially the mythology Adams created for the rabbits. (An aside to apologize to anyone who may have watched the cartoon version of the book and was traumatized by the sight of rabbits fighting each other. This book was NOT meant to be made into an animated children's' movie)

I mention this book because I'm starting to suspect that I and my Nanna are the only two people who have read it. The main character of the story is a male rabbit named Hazel. Male. Rabbit. Hazel. I feel obligated to stress this point because I have adopted a male rabbit and named him Hazel. This has prompted several people to ask me if isn't Hazel a girl name.

He is, quite possibly, the fuzziest rabbit in the world. I will try to post pictures later this week, but don't have time to mess with my camera at the moment. In the meantime, imagine a giant, fluffy cotton ball. Now imagine a slightly smaller cotton ball sitting on top of that one, with a grey nose, and two grey ears. That's what he looks like.

He is very friendly, and immensely curious about everything that goes on around him. I imagine you all will be hearing a lot about him on this blog.

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! My was fun, with lots of family, friends, and food.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

I am Thankful for... (Part 3)

...Being back in school.

I think I occasionally overlook how blessed I am to be in school right now, probably in part becuase being-in-school has been my general state of being for most of life.

But to be able to spend my time and energy studying the things I love is something I'm truly grateful for. While I sometimes get overwhelmed when I think about the years of schooling between now and where I want to be, while I sometimes feel like I'm doing the most selfish thing in the world by going to school and studying past cultures, and while I sometimes wish for the stability of a "real" job and home, I wouldn't trade the opputunity I have for anything.

I'm here in graduate school becuase of the support and aid of my parents, teachers, and friends, and I never want to forget that.

So now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get ready for my Latin class. Today is a "fun" day, so we'll be translating from the first Harry Potter book, which has been translated into Latin.

(I'm also thankful that someone has bothered to translate Harry Potter into Latin)

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

I am Thankful for... (Part 2)

...the church and friends I've found since I moved.

When I moved off to graduate school, I was excited, but also nervous. I don't make friends easily, and I didn't want to spend two years alone with my books.

So one of my first priorities after I moved was to find a home church. I was expecting to have to do some church shopping, so my first Sunday here I went to the closest church to my house- it was walking distance. When I arrived, I was immediately welcomed and greeted as a visitor. People seemed genuinely happy I had come. All the pastors came up and introduced themselves to me, and then the sermon was about faith being like a marathon. I decided to come back the next week.

The next week, one of the pastors came up to say hello again, and ask me what I was studying. I said "Classics". The pastor started to ask me if I knew... But before he could finish, the person in the pew in front of me turned around, and it was Rachel, a fellow Classics student whom I'd already met when we discovered a shared interest in spinning.

The church has now become my home church, I'm involved in the Young Adult's Group, and play handbells. And through that church, I've made many friends here.

I truly feel at home here now, thanks in no small part to my church and friends.

Monday, November 22, 2010

I am Thankful for... (Part 1)

In honour of Thanksgiving, I will be sharing what I am thankful for this week.


I am thankful for...
Being able to Knit

You often don't appriciate the things you have until you lose them. For example, I never really gave to much thought about my wrists. Oh, I probably noticed them a little more than most people, since I was percussionist in Middle and High school, and a Knitter ever since then. My wrists were the tools of my trade. But I never realy stopped to think how much stress I was putting them through, or how wonderful it was that they worked without pain.

Then I got carpal tunnel syndrom. And suddenly, I was acutely aware of my wrists. It started as small twinges of pain when I typed or knitted, then grew to where I could barely move them without pain. I went to the doctor's, got put on prescription NSAIDs for a short period of time, worked and slept in wrist braces, constantly dunked my arms in ice water, and prayed I wouldn't have to have surgery.

Well, I'm still sleeping in wrist braces, and I still ice regularily, but it looks like I no longer have to worry about surgery. You see, I'm typing this post right now without any pain. Typing! With no pain! A month ago, this would have seemed like an impossibilty. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to do every day things without pain.

But best of, Saturday night I was able to knit for a whole hour without any pain. There's not enough time for me to catch up and knit all the Christmas gifts I'd wanted to, but I can knit again.

And for that, I am grateful. 

Friday, November 19, 2010

I'm Not Dead....

...just in case you were wondering.

As classes are winding down towards the end of the semester, life has gotten a bit crazy. I have exams and essays to grade, and exams and essays of my own to study for and write. And I decided that one way to make time for it all was to not blog for a while. I have, however, discovered that not blogging actually made me less productive.

Blogging is my way of staying accountable to myself. It forces me to stop and think about my day, and then lets me use some of my pent-up creative juices as I relay it in what I hope is an interesting way. Also, I've realized that once I decide it's okay to cut one thing from my regular routine, I start to cut others. Let me illustrate (with some hyperbole):

1. I need more time to do work so I cut blogging...and promptly decide this actually means I now have more time to sleep in.

2. I start sleeping in and consequently don't get on campus in time to get a good parking spot, so I end up  spending more time walking to class than getting work done in the morning.

3. Because I lost time walking to class, I decide to skip washing my dishes one night. Then another...then another...then another. And before long I have more dirty dishes than can fit in my drying rack, so I have to wash and dry several loads of them in one day.

4. To make up for the time lost washing dishes, I don't put my clean laundry away, but just stack it on my bed, which means I have to move it every night to go to sleep which takes up even more time...

and so on and so on. All because I stopped blogging. 

Morale: Blog regularly, or be caught in a never-ending down-ward spiral of irresponsibility. 

P.S. I found a spider's web between my yoga mat and my wall yesterday. I think think this is more a testament to my exercise habits than my cleaning abilities. 

P.P.S. I've decided to let the spider stay, as long as he eats bugs.