It is only Tuesday. The week has already been giving me a run for my money. Literally. I almost lost my enrollment at RISD, due to a grand shit-soufflee of administrative cut-backs, tiny-typos, human error, beurocratic disorganization and an overal reluctance on the part of the financial aid offices to help students who are spending their asumed life savings to go to this insane school. Thus, the aforementioned tears of frustration and panic.
The tears were stopped by one Charlotte Potter, and her team of Graduate Studies powerhouses.
She is the True Believer.
In improving news, movies have been projected, exotic cocktails have been concocted, and possibly the greatest salad ever came into being.
The Tiny Tuna oversaw the makings of one delicious salad,
and blessed it upon completion. see above.
(Nellie: here are the ingredients: mixed greens, chevre, dried cranberries, fresh strawberries, pecans, grapefruit wedges and balsamic vinaigrette. Sorry, no arugula in this one)
And then the Muppets (submitted by one George Terry) provided a needed and perfect break from writing (which with this blog posting devolves into pure procrastination). George and I sat in the truck the other night outside the Stop & Shop, and laughed ourselves silly when this came on the local radio.
OK, back to the thesis zone.