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It's the last week of teh semester and I'm worn out.

Things that are happening:

(1) mr. delagar has passed his comps and had his dissertation abstract accepted, so he is officially ABD -- yay, I reckon, except this means, you know, that he is going to write that dissertation. Then we'll have to decide about what to do next. He gets a job and I follow him, as I have always said I will? Give up my job to be a trailing spouse? Yikes. Or -- what better option?

(2) My writing class is wrapping up. It came together, toward the end, and actually worked. Also, our provost has decided we should have a creative writing minor here, which, with the help of several others in the department, we have built, over the past few weeks -- presenting it to the department in the faculty meeting this afternoon. I'm deeply pleased, on the one hand, since we've wanted a creative writing minor for about four years; OTOH, see (1) above.

(3) Time for P/T conferences at the kid's school. She's been moved to upper el this week, shadowing the kids up there, so she can learn what next year will be like, and is all excited about being a big kid (the divide between upper el and lower el is a big one at her school). Next week we go in to find out how she's been doing, but she keeps dropping little hints: apparently she's been doing fairly spectacularly.

(4) I'm writing, writing, writing. I wish I could stay home and write all day.

(5) I mowed the lawn for the first time this past weekend. Actual grass this year -- we had a drought for the past three years, so there wasn't any grass to speak off, but it has rained like crazy so far this year, and grass already a foot high. I almost enjoyed mowing real grass again. But -- pollen! I forgot how nasty pollen is.

(6) Plus! Wildflowers everywhere! I mowed around the ones in our yard, purple and pink sort I can't identify (I bet The Other Liberal Professor could) but that's not all -- all of Pork Smith is filled with wildflowers, red ones filling the field beyond our house, giant purple ones along the interstate, blues ones in the ditches, clover everywhere -- it's nice, a normal spring in Arkansas. And the trees! Redbud and dogwood and these yellow trees blooming everywhere -- what are those yellow blooming trees, TOLP? They're pretty too. Even if mr. delagar is wildly allergic to them.

(7) Papers! Exams! Committee meetings! No wonder I have no time to blog!