pictures of me
A few pictures from the day Kelli and Dan started their marriage. I was on hand as a bear-wrangler.
Later that night, long after vows and champagne and cake, we sat around my living room. Kelli and Dan gave Max many hugs and promised him presents from their honeymoon travels. It was the sort of day that felt like it might mean everything would be different, but not really.
“Your baby sister is almost here” Kelli told him. “WOOF,” said Max. I felt exactly the same way.
thanks for all your texts and emails today
I am okay!
but your concern is welcome and appreciated
I love you all so much
Shoutout to Elizabeth
I know it can be annoying, but sometimes I vague-blog in vacillation between “no one cares stop being vain” and “what if everyone from work is reading?” Clearly, though, I am mostly alarming friends-I-love-but-am-terrible-about-calling. “What is the point of your very public, regularly updated blog,” I can hear them asking, “if you’re going to move and not explain anything?”
Here is an general update expressed in Watsons:
- Watson and I moved, but only to the other way hip, pedestrian-friendly, close-to-the-University neighborhood in Albuquerque. We are walking distance from milkshakes, frozen yogurt, and smoothies. The yard is grassy, spacious, and has a blooming apple tree. We are four blocks from James and a few blocks more from Nate. This is getting to be Chatter/Church of Beethoven HQ, especially because —
- We are living with Tony, Chatter’s Business Manager and Sharpless, the kitty. Tony works from home most of the day which means Watson is much less lonely. He and Sharpless chase each other around and then nap in mirror-image dumpling shapes (which is happening as I type).
- Which is to say, everything is well and we are well. My lease ended at the other house and staying there meant holding on to unnecessary resentment. Sadly, moving and moving-adjacent events mean I no longer live with the chickens and may not have a garden this year. I will try to do some scaled-down growing, though, after the end of the semester.
- If you don’t hear from me for a few weeks, it is because I have 45 pages to write by the end of the month. One paper connecting George Eliot’s audience to the Victorian audience for Shakespeare’s tragedies, exploring the ways references to Shakespeare reinforce or challenge the tragic tradition. One paper considering power dynamics in Victorian medical care, Harriett Martineau’s experience with mesmerism, and silenced testimonies in a recently republished sensation novel, The Notting Hill Mystery. Wish me luck.
- Here are some updates about the people Watson and I love most. Kelli is making a baby girl in her womb and Max is going to be a big brother! First, though, there is going to be a wedding. Watson’s grandmother made him a formal bow tie for the occasion. Conor is in the last revision for his thesis on Milton Babbitt and will soon be a Doctor of Musical Arts (so fancy!). He finishes his teaching appointment at Smith College this May, and the world? It will be his oyster. Elizabeth is moving to California! She decided to defer her offer from a big NYC firm to be a government attorney (US Citizenship and Immigration Services) in Echo Park. Cue another round of “Elizabeth is so smart” from my mom.
There. All caught up.
man I hope people from work are not reading my blog now
because this will be awkward
in my defense
it was after 5pm on a Friday
old english sheepdog
“Can Max stay with you while I go to this thing?”
“Sure. Oh wait, I’m going to be at work for a while longer. Do you want to bring him by the library?”
“Won’t people notice?”
“It’s okay. I’ll sneak him in while I finish up.”
“HAHA. GOOD LUCK WITH THAT. ‘SNEAK’ MAX. You’re funny.”
Look at him. He’s practically invisible.
Kelli continues to make cake for breakfast possible.
Kelli made this beautiful cake for my birthday. In the background, animal cookies from Rachel and Evan (mostly Watson and chicken-shaped).
I am not at all ashamed to tell you that I’ve been eating both cake and cookies for breakfast for days and days.
Kelli and Dan are engaged! Let’s indulge in their lurrrrve.
Max confides that he was always certain it would come to this, and hopes that weddings come with cookies and possibly people who want to play tug.
“Tina has not responded to texts or messages for four days. Do you think I should be worried?”
“Yes, maybe?” Kelli says, “she last ‘pinned’ four days ago.”
“What if I misinterpreted her unpacking mess? What if it was signs of a struggle and I moved all of it and that was the only evidence we had?”
Shortly after starting to panic, for real, I get a message from Tina’s brother. She was on an impromptu trip to Paris and Jordan. Of course! That makes sense (it does not that was ridiculous, Tina).
Upside, she brought me macaroons.
West Highland Terrier
this is watson's adventure blog
Watson tries out office life while we visit Kelli at the law school. He liked the tin can full of cookies but felt ambivalent about pencils.
new yorker cartoons
Kelli brought this over the other night. Fair point.
Anonymous asked: Um, dirty chai is the BEST! Also, Watson is a moose chasing a goose who was let loose by a man named Bruce. Miss you! Kelli
Today Kelli brought me a library book, a chai latte (sorry, Conor) (I’m totally kidding) (Conor is pro beverages of all kinds), and the following snacks:
- a sandwich bag full of goldfish crackers
- trail mix
- an Almond Joy and a Snickers bar
- Earl Gray tea and Lady Earl Gray tea with two packets of sugar
- a Chewy chocolate chip granola bar
She also brought the only thing better than snacks — a bear!!
Anonymous asked: Would you ever get Watson a dog-brother or sister? Or a cat-brother or sister?
I am happiest when, for whatever reason, dogs outnumber people. For example, in this silly picture of me and Kelli:
The nice thing about my life is that this kind of ridiculousness happens on a regular basis. Watson gets the best of everything and I get to sit in a pile of puppies.
The sad thing about my life is that it is nearly 4 AM and I am writing a teaching philosophy statement. I teach at 8 AM. At least once a week, I have a 12 hour day. I travel frequently. I am lucky to have Kelli and Tina. They love Watsy and mitigate the worst aspects of my schedule; I am forever grateful for the times they walked him or took him to the park with a Max, and the weeks they cared for him while I was away. This is one of my favorite pictures of Kelli and Watson:
This is all to say that while it would be amazing for Watson to have dog siblings, I do not think it would be responsible or reasonable. Nor do I need more dog than Watson, really. He is as affectionate, funny, vindictive, and clever as any dog could be, and we are best friends.
Clearly, I am procrastinating. I should get back to work.
I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS
pictures of me
- p.s. I REALLY LOVE CATS, but I am allergic to them.
- p.p.s. Watson does not always stay home. This winter he is coming along for Christmas in California, New Year’s Eve in New York, and MLA in Massachusetts (see what I did there? ha!) (I am sleepy).
- p.p.p.s I asked Conor if he would be Watson’s dad and he said, “Silvia, you are strange but yes.” Which is not related to this, except to say that Watson has lots of family.
West Highland Terrier
pictures of me
watson you are so strange
WATSON YOUR FACE IS AMAZING
Kelli and Max came over last night while I was packing; Watson and the Maxes decided it was lay-in-bed-snuggle-the-puppies-time. We called Tina over and much snuggling was had. Our dogs are squashy muppets.
Eventually, I started to pack again. I unzipped my duffel bag…and Watson jumped in. “Time to get on the plane,” I said. I stood up. Watson poked his head out, ready to travel.
This is a picture Kelli took of Watson being his usual Watsony self.
Which is to say, Dog, you are ridiculous.
West Highland Terrier
Because Watsy will come and sit on you if you are stationary for more than a minute and my friends are okay with that.