Thessaly's Tooth

I think I’ve said this before (then again how would I know, I have no memory at all these days), but my visits home have gotten a lot busier since we got engaged. During my visit home to Nebraska this past week, I visited my grandma, traveled to Central Nebraska to look at some sandhill cranes, had a wedding dress fitting, met with people to play with some wedding hair and makeup ideas, spent more time and money than I ever would have thought possible on wedding decoration stuff, and, unexpectedly, went to an Arlo Guthrie concert. I also went through most of the books and stuff that are still stored in my old room at my parents’ house, sold some of them to Bluestem Books, but still have an awful lot to someday bring into our new home.
This week, I’m going to be packing for the big move! Yay!

I just discovered while cruising the Trixie Belden homepage that my beloved Trixie Belden series is going to be reissued! I’m so excited. Someday soon I’ll have to explain why I like Trixie Belden so much. I guess I really should study some more right now though.

Only a few more days of school, a few more days of Hyde Park. Amazing. In honor of my last few days of classes, here are some books I like that have little or nothing to do with school.

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So I rented a couple of movies this weekend, Cube and The Maltese Falcon. Spoilers abound, but since I imagine everyone who might see this has already seen the movies I doubt that matters much.

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Imagine my horror when I went to check my own blog, and it was blank! I thought, I must get a message on there. Unfortunately I have nothing to report and only 8 minutes until I have to leave for class. So much pressure!
Okay, I feel better now. Guess I’ll take my shaken nerves off to class.

97 days until the wedding, and less than that until I leave Chicago forever. For some reason, when I picture myself making my final exit from the city, I picture myself galloping south on Lake Shore Drive on horseback, waving my hat in the air and whooping and hollering with glee. But that’s just because I’m weird. In reality, of course, I’ll be in a plain old moving truck with the two cats in their carriers meowing loudly and plaintively next to me. They’ve been moved around quite a lot in their short lives. My college roommate and I adopted them our senior year, and they had to be moved around quite a bit during that year to keep from getting caught by the authorities. When I moved back to Nebraska they flew back with me, and we moved in with a friend for the summer. Between us we had three cats, one dog, two newts, a bird, and several tanks of fish. My cats didn’t care much for the competition. We moved two more times while in Lincoln, then moved to my first apartment in Chicago, and then to the current place. They like moving less and less every time. I think they’ll be happy with their new place, since it’ll be bigger and they’ll have an extra human to annoy, but they won’t like the moving part.
The ten-hour drive from Lincoln to Chicago was the worst from my point of view, since I had to listen to Teti meowing the entire time. I had a John Denver tape in the car and I found that singing along loudly with that quieted her to some extent, but that was really the only thing that helped.

It looks like the Assyrian gallery of the Oriental Institute Museum is getting ready to open again–I can see the bull-man smiling at me through the glass doors when I come into the building. They say those things were supposed to intimidate people as they came through the gates, but he sure looks friendly to me. They’ve been working on the museum at least since I moved here in 1998. Hey, that was a long time ago–how old am I anyway?

They say (“they” being, for example, my mother) that one is responsible for one’s own happiness. I found this difficult to believe for a couple of decades, but now realize that this is right, it

This weekend I visited Andy up in Michigan for Valentine

Very little to report here. I’m now halfway through my last quarter of classes. It’s this time of the quarter when I start to get worried about the amount of work I have to do in the next six weeks.
They are working on the roof (?) of the first story of the school building that’s being built across the alley from my apartment window, which means the construction guys are walking around on a level with my window. It’s a little unnerving to look up and see people walking around at eye level from your second-story apartment. I used to have this fear that I would someday look out an upper-story window at night and see an apparition floating outside, looking in at me. My fear came true a couple of months ago when they were putting some kind of metal covering over the electric wires that go down the alley outside my window–I kept hearing some kind of noise out there, and I looked out and there was somebody floating out there, looking back. Eeek! It was after dark and he was in one of those cherry picker things working on the electric wires. Actually, it wasn’t very scary…another fear faced and conquered I guess.