But since Ariel is preparing for her first grad school exam,
I brought a lot of my own work. So we sat on the couch, each on opposite sides
and worked side-by-side, sharing an afghan because the weather turned cold.
We took occasional breaks. She told me about her proof on
Sylow subgroups and asked my opinion. (Which was fun since I don’t really
understand them, but I gave her my opinion anyway.) Later, she showed me her
proof and I oooed and ahhed over the pages of squiggles.
Then, she listened to me talk about diachronic elements in
historical fiction. (I’ve been reading and listening to lectures for my MOOC
class--for more on this check tomorrow's post at my Screwing Up Time blog.) And I finished the first draft of my latest lit fic WIP, which she
oooed and ahhhed over.
And we ate. I clearly transmitted the European “we feed
those we love” gene to her. I had some incredible chicken-mushroom soup for
lunch, a snack of frozen yogurt (which has come a long way since I had it in the
80s), then she made an amazing Cajun linguine for dinner and we had mint
Klondike bars for dessert. YUM.
I have to try one of these Writer/Mathematician’s Weekends
again. Very productive and very fun.
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| Here's the linguine. |
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