Friday, May 30, 2008

The Smallest House in the World, in Pictures!

The house, it is finished! The pictures, they are uploaded! The file sizes, they are reduced!

Above, you see the front of the house. Isn't it cute? The owners tell me that it was built sometime around 1920.



In this picture you can see all the four colors of paint that I used. This is from the living room looking into the hallway; the bedroom is on the left and the orange bathroom (which came out really well) is on the right.

The kitchen, in its original beige. It's tiny. The appliances and cabinetry are behind me, so you can't see them, but they aren't all that interesting anyway.



The living room. I truly love the round doorways.


And the bedroom, with my extraordinarily sumptuous--bordering on brothel-like--bedding!

Okay! I am officially done talking about my move and new house. I've even sort of been working this week, so it's possible that someday I'll say something of interest to someone other than myself.

Monday, May 26, 2008

You Love to Read about My Move, Don't You?

This will be the penultimate post about my move, I promise. There will be one more post in which I will give you pictures, but I can't provide pictures yet because a) I haven't finished the decorating and b) it's nighttime, and therefore too dark for photography. But I can share with you the latest development. Which actually turns out to be a non-development, mercifully.

I'm renting the cottage from WriterBoy and the Homesteader; it's the guest cottage that goes with their (sizable) house. The thing is, WriterBoy got a job elsewhere and they're moving at the end of the summer, so the house has been on the market. I knew this going in, but was assured that whoever bought the house would probably want a renter, and the house might not even sell for ages, etc etc--in short, I shouldn't worry, even though they weren't entirely sure whether the lease I signed with them would still be valid if the house sold. I knew that moving in here might be risky, but I did it anyway and tried very hard not to think about what might happen.

Then, this weekend, someone made an offer on their house.

Which is great! Because they won't lose scads of money waiting for it to sell. But when I emailed WriterBoy (they were out of town) with a friendly "I sure hope that they want a tenant!", I got no reply. I tried not to worry. They were busy or whatever. But I noticed my mood slowly declining; the unpacking slowed waaay down. What if, I found myself thinking, I need to move again in a month? Oh dear god. Hoping for the best, hoping for the best....

Anyway the upshot is that my landlords came back into town yesterday and when I ran into them they mentioned that the new owners were adamant about wanting a tenant and had absolutely no intentions of kicking me out.

So I get to stay here.

Oh I'm happy! Life is shaping up nicely. And I am truly ready to get back to some kind of mental work. I don't think I've done anything cognitively significant in the last month; it hurts. I need to get myself feeling smart again.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Still Breathing

I am in my house. Pictures *will* be posted (once I've taken them. Once I've unpacked). All plumbing is now operative. Owing to the maternal visit I will be spending the night in a sleeping bag on the living room floor, but that's fine. Because the truck is returned, everything is moved in, and the house is, quite frankly, adorable.

Okay. Someday soon I will think about something not related to the new digs.

But not yet.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Going Dark

I'm going to be offline--or at any rate, off blogger--for the next few days. Actually, it's more likely to be the next week, since I'm reluctant to blog from my mom's house.

Here's the scoop:

Tomorrow I'm flying out to Parentland. I'll be with various parents until next Wednesday, when Mom and I embark on a two-day road trip. In a U-Haul. Did I mention that I'd be with my mother?

Actually, it should be pretty enjoyable. We'll stop over in Undergrad Town on Wednesday night, where I'll be meeting my UG advisor for drinks. Then we'll arrive in Field Town on Thursday afternoon--hopefully not too late--and unload the truck into my adorable new house. The Minister has agreed to help, and we'll also have some assistance from the Homesteaders if they're in town that day.

(The Homesteaders are my new landlords. One of them--let's call him WriterBoy--is a colleague of mine, although he's leaving for another job in the fall. His wife should more properly be called The Homesteader, singular. She: converted their car so that it would run on vegetable oil; bakes their bread; sews their daughter's clothes; made their daughter's shoes; sews all of their curtains, bedspreads, etc; builds cabinets and shelves; gave birth at home without a midwife. She is generally outrageously impressive. Oh, and she's also finishing up her Ph.D.)

Anyway. I am very much looking forward to being moved in. Remember last summer? How all I could talk/think about was my upcoming move? Yeah, that's kind of how I've been lately. At least everything is pretty much all packed up here and ready to go. Now I just need to pack my wireless router! So the next time you see me, I'll be blogging (or reading blogs) from my very sunny yellow new living room.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

Do I dare disturb the universe?

Do I dare to paint the bathroom orange?

Friday, May 9, 2008

Ditching

I paid the registration fee. I did not go to the conference. (Y'all know the one--the medievalists know, at any rate.) (And I wasn't presenting, so this isn't a ditching-with-consequences.)

Why did I do it? I love the conference and I haven't been in a couple of years; I was looking forward to it--until this week. And then, and then. I was tired! So tired! So not motivated to rent a car and drive a total of 9ish hours to listen to a handful of papers! (I wouldn't have been able to arrive until Friday afternoon anyway.)

So, this morning, in a moment of giddy transgression, I canceled my car rental and did not pack.

Instead I spent the day painting my new cottage. I got through the bedroom (a darkish sagey green) and living room (sunny yellow). Tomorrow I intend to do the hallway (stormy gray-purple) and bathroom (crazy rust orange; not sure how it'll go with the black and white fixtures, but eh!). I'm undecided about the kitchen: I might leave it as-is or paint it with the leftovers of one or another of the colors.

I love painting new apartments: it's like erasing the previous tenant. Also the interior of the cottage was entirely done in a strangely hot beige that just bugged the shit out of me. It's already much prettier. I won't be moving in for another week and a half (on Wednesday I go to visit Mom, who will drive the u-haul back with me--a two-day trip--should be interesting), but I'm excited to be installed in there. Or I will be, once the painting is done, I've cleaned some of the grungier areas, and the landlords (who are friends of mine) take care of one or two little problems (a broken lock and a sink that backs up into the bathtub--which I discovered when I washed out a paintbrush in the kitchen. It was pretty gross).

Yeah, so this was what I wanted to do. It's funny; I love to travel but lately I keep canceling trips. I was going to go on an epic trans-France march this summer--I was really excited about it--and then I suddenly didn't want to go anymore. Part of it was money, part of it was time (I do need to do some work this summer, for example), but chiefly I felt a deep desire to just stay put for a while. I think it has to do with this long process of coming to accept where I am right now. Knowing that I'm going to be here next year has let me settle in, and being at least a little settled might be what I need. Yeah. I'm looking forward to a mostly-quiet summer. And maybe I'll even write that accursed article I've been not thinking about for the last six months.

Friday, May 2, 2008

This Week in Numbers

  • Papers graded: 82
  • Final grades assigned: 82
  • Instances of plagiarism: 5
  • Failing grades for plagiarism: 4
  • Failing grades on papers (not in courses) for plagiarism: 1
  • Disputed failures for plagiarism: 2 (so far)
  • Disputes in which my ruling was upheld: 2
  • Disputes in which I was overruled: 0
  • Students who brought parents into my office unannounced when called in to meet with me about plagiarism: 1
  • Bouts of unwarranted personal sadness over students' plagiarism: 1
  • Bouts of rage over students' plagiarism: 2
  • Beers drunk last night: 2
  • Campus interviews conducted: 2
  • Offers extended: 1
  • Offers declined: 1
  • Batches of new interviews scheduled: 1 (batch)