The Reading Room

The Reading Room

For the past couple of months the Husband has been encouraging me to pack up my goodies and go spend a day studying in the reading room in the Suzzillo Library at the University of Washington. It’s just a couple blocks away, but I’ve been resisting.

For some reason I felt intimidated.

suzzallo reading room

I’m not sure why, in fact I think my IQ went up a few points just by my walking into the room.

This is such a beautiful room, and the people studying in the room treat it with respect. I love how there is a quiet in here that does not exist in other parts of the library. No jabbering on cell phones, no printers, no copiers, no high heels clacking.

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Once I got over the gawkfest and took a few pictures, I was able to settle down and get some work done.

reading-room

It was so nice to have a quiet place to work with no interruptions. Every once in a while the Husband is right.

Where do you do your writing?

MORE: check out the bird nest with a guardian angel right out the library’s front door.

Crows Quarters


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This crow found quite the posh place to build her nest. This statue stands over the main entrance to the Suzzallo Library at the University of Washington.

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Proud wife, with a chocolate problem

Proud wife, with a chocolate problem

My husband received a letter from UW today stating that he’s been accepted as a transfer student into the Near Eastern Studies program (I should specify that I mean the University of Washington rather than the University of Wisconsin / Waterloo / Wurzburg / Wyoming / Wales / Warwick / Westminster / Wollongong) I’m so proud of him I could just pop. I think we should celebrate with chocolate.

Hmmmm…, we have a chocolate problem (specifically a lack thereof)
I told him this…

Me: I need chocolate
Him: (something completely unrelated to chocolate so I wasn’t listening)
Me: that’s nice, but what are we going to do about our chocolate problem?
Him: What do you mean we? I don’t have a chocolate problem
Me: What’s mine is yours and I have a chocolate problem
Him: (laughs and returns to playing Grand Theft Auto – Why did I ever buy him that game?)bird-2

How is it possible that we have no chocolate in the house?

Zip

Zilch

None

*pout*

I’m off to go find chocolate.