I arrived in Bellevue on Saturday after driving through the Cascades in a snowstorm (which was dangerous, yes, but very beautiful).  I really like the apartment.  It’s far away from the UW campus, which is a shame and will cost me a small fortune in bus fare, but it has just enough room.  The decor is either Ikea furniture or boxes of Ikea furniture at the moment, but we’re working on getting everything organized.  We’re both SUPER excited to decorate (candles, pictures, plants, etc.) and I can’t wait to put up this little Christmas tree I bought on clearance last year.

This coming week, I’m going to go to the campus and am going to try to talk my way into classes that I want to take to get adequate preparation for grad school.  I’m hoping for a Latin class, a “Bible as Literature” class, some kind of medieval lit class, and a medieval history class.  Art and religion would be great, too.  Or Old/Middle English.  Something to keep me busy and to help me feel prepared for the road ahead.

Sammy, by the way, was actually pretty good during the long roadtrip.  The first day was an adventure, though!  She climbed her way up into a tree at a rest stop when I took her out to stretch her legs a bit, and it took Mom, a very nice trucker, and me about 30 minutes to get her down.  Then, even though she had plenty of time during the day when I took her out to walk, she, uh, made a mess in her crate.  That was fun…  But, even though the first day was a little too exciting for my taste, the following days were fairly boring and uneventful.  Mom and I had a few altercations (which tends to happen), but I think we parted on good terms.  It seems her fear of letting me go was adding to her stress and making it hard to be relaxed and calm.

I have to be off to make pumpkin cookies and to put together our new dining table.  I hope that anyone reading this has a lovely Thanksgiving (or, if not a Turkey Day fan, a wonderful Thursday and weekend)!

P.S.  Congratulations to my friend, Alicia, who won a research grant and will be in Greece in January!  I hope God is good to me like that and helps me achieve my European dreams.  Below is a picture from Burghley House’s sculpture garden.  It helps me remember to see the positive in everything, even when things aren’t going my way.

Eye at Burghley House

 

 

 

Tombstones

Tombstones near St Margaret's Church, Durham, UK

I made some progress today in moving/packing/cleaning.  I sorted out all my stuff from my trip to Europe this summer and my graduation gifts/cards that had accumulated in the living room.  I also was able to take my cat, Sammy, into the vet to get a microchip.  Now, THAT was fun…  She’s not exactly a kitty anyone could love.  She’s a beautiful, fluffy orange tabby, but she is grumpy and has a temper, especially with people she doesn’t know.  And by a “temper,” I mean the vet clinic has an orange sticker on her file saying “WILL BITE!”  The orange isn’t an ordinary orange, either.  I was watching an episode of Desperate Housewives the other day, and Lynette referred to that particular shade as a warning, a signal of danger and trouble ahead.  Yep, that’s the color of my kitty’s sticker.  Anyway, if you’ve never seen a microchip for pets, it’s about the size and shape of a piece of wild rice before it’s cooked.  It’s prepackaged in a large syringe that is inserted under the cat’s or the dog’s skin and basically pops the microchip into the animal.  Oh, and there’s no anesthetic.  Guess what Sammy plus a large syringe minus the pain meds equals?  Let’s just say that literally the fur flew and she rivaled the “Hell Kitty” I’ve seen in a YouTube video (which seems much less funny today because Hell Kitty is also orange…).

 

That was basically my day.  I went to a new restaurant this evening with my parents (La Baguette Bistro) and had a nice long dinner, which is rare because Dad’s an “order, eat, pay” kind of guy.  I watched Project Runway and was happy to see three women get into the finals.  I talked with my Dad about my trouble figuring out something for a research proposal in my postgraduate applications and have (I think) settled on hospitality, which is prevalent in medieval literature (Sir Gawain, Beowulf, Robin Hood rhymes) and in classical lit (Odyssey especially).  My other potential choice is the ideal woman, but I think hospitality is something I could really run with.  I’m thinking a lot about grad school, as per usual (hence the picture).

To end my day, here’s the BBC’s quote of the day, which I adore: “History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.” — Paul Eldridge

Good night!