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Insanely Busy
Oct. 21st, 2011 06:09 amFirst, the recent celebrity death to note was that of Dennis Ritchie, who created the C programming language and co-created UNIX. The general public probably does not appreciate the significance of those achievements, alas.
Last weekend wasn't too bad. I got caught up on some housework. That is, if you define doing puzzles as housework. (Actually, I did make some progress on going through some of the clutter in my den, aka the Black Hole of Vienna. But there is always more to do.)
The storytelling event at the Arlington Planetarium went well. I was glad that I'd allowed myself extra time to get there, as the traffic on I-66 was appalling. I told two stories - an Efik-Ibibio pourquoi story about why the sun and moon live in the sky and my version of the Chelm story in which they capture the moon. There is an actual folktale there, but it also includes frequent flyer miles, the Shedlitz Sheraton, and the (true) incident in which my mother bought 12 cases of borscht at a public television auction. It just occurred to me that my mother's obsessive bargain hunting has some potential for a personal story.
Sunday featured a story swap. We normally do these on Saturday nights, but there were conflicts every weekend this month. I told "Lyle and the Ghost" which is really just an excuse for a bad pun. I also baked brownies (for the swap), did laundry, and read all of the Sunday paper. The latter is only worth mentioning because it often doesn't happen until Tuesday or so.
The week has just been busy with work. This coming weekend is insane because the VASA Saturday storytelling series is tomorrow and I have theatre tickets on Sunday and I have to get ready for a business trip next week, which will be followed immediately by a non-business trip.
I read recently that women who live the longest get just about 6 hours of sleep, despite the myth that one needs 8. I sure hope that's true.
Last weekend wasn't too bad. I got caught up on some housework. That is, if you define doing puzzles as housework. (Actually, I did make some progress on going through some of the clutter in my den, aka the Black Hole of Vienna. But there is always more to do.)
The storytelling event at the Arlington Planetarium went well. I was glad that I'd allowed myself extra time to get there, as the traffic on I-66 was appalling. I told two stories - an Efik-Ibibio pourquoi story about why the sun and moon live in the sky and my version of the Chelm story in which they capture the moon. There is an actual folktale there, but it also includes frequent flyer miles, the Shedlitz Sheraton, and the (true) incident in which my mother bought 12 cases of borscht at a public television auction. It just occurred to me that my mother's obsessive bargain hunting has some potential for a personal story.
Sunday featured a story swap. We normally do these on Saturday nights, but there were conflicts every weekend this month. I told "Lyle and the Ghost" which is really just an excuse for a bad pun. I also baked brownies (for the swap), did laundry, and read all of the Sunday paper. The latter is only worth mentioning because it often doesn't happen until Tuesday or so.
The week has just been busy with work. This coming weekend is insane because the VASA Saturday storytelling series is tomorrow and I have theatre tickets on Sunday and I have to get ready for a business trip next week, which will be followed immediately by a non-business trip.
I read recently that women who live the longest get just about 6 hours of sleep, despite the myth that one needs 8. I sure hope that's true.
