Danny has started his new job, which means we have the same weekend again! He usually worked weekends in his previous position and had Mondays and Tuesdays off,so when I returned from work on Friday afternoon ready to spend the evening doing no work and relaxing, he would have to pack off to bed early. But last night we shared a Friday! Yay!
So last night we had dinner at Barnaby’s, browsed around Half Price Books to spend a few coupons, and went to see Hellboy II. This is all part of our strategic plan to stagger our movie viewing habits to avoid long lines leading to theaters, and we smugly passed the miserable people who had been waiting to see The Dark Knight for a few hours. Although I don’t think Danny can hold out past Sunday afternoon to see a Batman movie.
It was good to have a relaxing night off, because my summer schedule and dissertation work is turning me into a quivering bowl of tapioca. A bowl of tapioca that knows a lot about boys’ adventure fiction, but tapioca nevertheless. I’m really looking forward to next semester, when I can quit my Career Services job (sweet, sweet stipend) AND work in my library office, which I won’t get keys to until at least the end of August.
But I actually really enjoy my workspace at home. Although ideally my desk would be a sprawling and grossly over-ornamented Victorian antique in a mahogany library, situated near the fireplace (although I am in Houston…) and lit by stained-glass lamps, I have to make-do with my apartment living and share an office with Danny’s art table. So this is what my desk looks like:
I try to decorate the bulletin board behind my laptop with things that will soothe me when my dissertation is making me want to kill kittens. Like my postcard of William the Hippo, and the card featuring an Edward Lear illustration of a gang of monkeys riding a zebra I randomly found in a library book at Rice, or my favorite Thomas Mann quote. “A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.” Which I stole from Dr. Doody.
One of the best things about my desk is the painting I’ve hung above it:
Danny painted this quite a few years ago, and although we don’t have much of Danny’s artwork in the apartment because he doesn’t like displaying his work in our own place, he agreed to hang this one.
So I haven’t been posting much lately, and that’s because I’m spending most of my time at work or parked under Miles here, plugging away at the dissertation. I’m off to Santa Cruz, California in a week or so for Dickens Universe, which Danny calls the comic book convention of Victorian literature geeks, so I’ll hopefully have some interesting news to post after that.