Alexandra Duncan

Science Fiction. Fantasy. Feminism.

SEVEN REASONS WHY I'M LAME AND HAVEN'T POSTED ANYTHING FOR TWO MONTHS

Certain worthies have noted my marked lack of postings since the beginning of November. I promise the blogging will resume in the new year, but in the meantime, here are seven reasons why I suck and haven't posted anything since our new president got elected.

7. Christmas present production overdrive.
We didn't have a lot of money for Christmas presents this year, so I ended up crocheting scarves, hats, and mouse toys, wood burning pine-bordered mirrors, embroidering felt-covered books, making corn husk dolls, and otherwise hand-making presents by hand for everyone I could. Fun for me, but time consuming.

6. Master of Library Science.
Because my job rocks, I decided earlier this year that I'm going to start earning my Master of Library Science degree while I'm working. Unfortunately, I haven't taken the GRE yet, and I blush to say that I am no math whiz. The Princeton Review's Guide to Cracking the GRE and I have been spending a lot of time together lately. I think Jeremy might challenge it to a duel soon.

5. NaNoWriMo.
National Novel Writing Month went really well for me. I knocked out 30,000 words in November, which was my personal goal for the month, but I didn't finish my novel. I really would like to finish it before my life becomes totally consumed in grad school (see #9), so I'm still working on it.

4. Extended Family.
Jeremy and I stayed home with the cats (see #5) for Thanksgiving, so we were obligated to go visit everyone in our extended families over Christmas. We went down to Charlotte for a week, and now we're hosting my brother and sister until Wednesday (see #2).

3. Tempcat.
In mid-November, one of the patrons at the library where I work came in with a tiny, curry-colored kitten she had found in the park nearby. The kitten had ear mites and fleas, was so skinny you could see his ribs through his fur, and cut a pitiful figure in general. The woman who brought him in had already spent a good bit of money taking him to the vet and de-miting him, but she couldn't keep him at her house. We agreed to foster him temporarily while we put up "Lost" signs and tried to find someone else to take him in. Jeremy dubbed him "Tempcat," because we were making a valiant attempt not to get too attached to him.

Pyewackett slipped into a despair worthy of a Charlotte Bronte novel, complete with a refusal to eat and baleful looks. We ended up having to take him to the emergency animal hospital one Sunday, only to find out there was nothing physically wrong with him. After one awful week, Pye recovered and Tempcat went to the Humane Alliance Spay and Neuter Clinic overnight. When he came back, he and Pye suddenly became BFFs. ---------->








So, after a lot of heart-melting, adorable kittenishness and Pyewackett becoming less grumpy, we decided Tempcat should stay. We renamed him Loki, after the Norse god of mischief. He and Pye still have some brotherly spats occasionally, but mostly there's a lot of ear licking going on.

2. College!
My sister Rachel is a junior in high school this year, so we're beginning the college search. She and I started the tour yesterday by visiting Warren Wilson College and Western Carolina University. Two down, four more to go.

1. Being sick sucks.
Because of numbers 7 through 2, I haven't gotten a lot of rest lately. Last week, I ended up getting pretty sick, as I usually do right around the holidays. I'm almost over it now, but for a while there, I couldn't do anything but lie on the futon under a giant pile of blankets, drink orange juice, and take non-drowsy Tylenol cold medicine. Jeremy also tried to get me to drink hot whiskey, because he said that's what St. Bernards bring you when you're stranded in the freezing wilderness. Conclusion: Given my low alcohol tolerance, I should not drink whiskey unless I want to sleep for a very long time.

Anyway, sorry for being lax with the blogging. My early New Year's resolution will be to stop being lame and update my blog more often, among other mysterious things to be revealed at a later date.

Powered by Squarespace. Background image by Stocktrek Images.