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Dec. 20th, 2003 08:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm sitting at Linda's computer, looking out at a rather dreary day. The tide has come in, so the creek is this horizon of brackish, swamp-y looking water. I'm watching the grebs(a form of small aquatic bird) scoop their heads into and out of the water. It's vaguely hypnotic.
I've calculated and I've got 11 potentially productive days before the first portion of my comps are due, that is, days I'm not visiting my grandparents or flying across the country. If I produce 1 3/4 pages per day, I'll have it done. Steady work on comps is, however, unlikely.
One of Linda's Swedish host sisters is coming into town today. She's flying back from Chile, where her eldest daughter is studying journalism, to Sweden. She called from an airport in Chile to say that she was bringing along something thast my dad variously heard as fleece or fleas. Suffice it to say, blankets are very different from blood-sucking parasitical insects. Linda and Dad and I have had a very funny, very drawnout argument over dinner last night about what to do in the case that she is bringing fleas. One of the images this argument produced was an image of everyone in the house wandering around with flea collars around our necks, arms and ankles.
I've calculated and I've got 11 potentially productive days before the first portion of my comps are due, that is, days I'm not visiting my grandparents or flying across the country. If I produce 1 3/4 pages per day, I'll have it done. Steady work on comps is, however, unlikely.
One of Linda's Swedish host sisters is coming into town today. She's flying back from Chile, where her eldest daughter is studying journalism, to Sweden. She called from an airport in Chile to say that she was bringing along something thast my dad variously heard as fleece or fleas. Suffice it to say, blankets are very different from blood-sucking parasitical insects. Linda and Dad and I have had a very funny, very drawnout argument over dinner last night about what to do in the case that she is bringing fleas. One of the images this argument produced was an image of everyone in the house wandering around with flea collars around our necks, arms and ankles.