Hickory Dickory Dock...

Unimaginative title, I know. But I'm feeling rather uninspired tonight. Again it is snowing in Beloit and the cosmic ballet goes on. It seems as though the weather is aligned against me. Only when I have to venture out to work in Admissions does it begin to snow.

Not much has happened this week since my last post. I finished my basket in weaving class and so set about spinning yarn from some merino wool that I bought at the Minnesota State Fair a couple years back. Ah the State Fair! It seems so long ago that I was trekking around in the straw and muck of the fairgrounds eating deep-fried goodness and ogling seed art. Goodness, how I miss the prairie and my Minnesota home.*

Anyhow, today was the last 'real' day of my creative writing class so my professor threw us a party. It was so sweet! He told everyone to bring something and no one did except him which was sad (actually I brought some cookies I made on Sunday but they were getting kinda stale and so I was too embarrassed to put them out). But he brought quite a spread--crackers in the shape of butterflies, cheese and meat, clementines, and cider. If I had known that he would go all out I wouldn't have eaten lunch right before class. This is just one shining example of the dedication of professors here at Beloit, folks. They are even willing to spend their weekend beer money on students, as he put it. From here on out it will be paper-writing, filling out evaluations, and packing for me. Perhaps something wild and woolly will occur this weekend that I can regale you all with come Tuesday. One can only hope.

*Reference to a song from A Prairie Home Companion movie.