yesterday's activities
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nah...duck shoes are those rubberized things with the bumpy bottoms and the leather toungue that people wear in the rain...look in the LL bean catalogue...or Eddie Bauer
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sort of ...but no holes, harder sole and a sort of leather mud flap at the top which ties
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lolz...nucat, yes, dtr's roomate is from China and she was cold about a month ago...I'm like; "darlin, I hate to ave to tell you this but...."
yesterday, practice, dishes...drive to work, grief group is cancelled but I end up hosting unofficial grief group anyhow, but then get a good dose of deep inspiration from my boss, so it was worth the trip...return rental dress, am suddenly very exhausted and melancholy for a variety of reasons...home to a nap...feel a bit better but am largely unproductive the remainder of the day
yesterday, practice, dishes...drive to work, grief group is cancelled but I end up hosting unofficial grief group anyhow, but then get a good dose of deep inspiration from my boss, so it was worth the trip...return rental dress, am suddenly very exhausted and melancholy for a variety of reasons...home to a nap...feel a bit better but am largely unproductive the remainder of the day
ChaChaMama
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Pygmalion--You've done what you can do. Unfortunately, a certain percentage of abuse victims have a hard time digesting the fact that abusers can be charming when not abusing, can be full of gifts and apologies and promises to change...but still absolutely cannot be trusted with the address of the next place the abused will be living.
Sunday:
Read Angie Sage's Queste with Child.
Play "Clue" with Child. I would recommend staying away from Mr. Green if he carrying a lead pipe, my friends.
Read my own book, Amitav Ghosh's River of Smoke.
And on the productive side:
Graded 5 essays.
Chores: laundry, groceries, changed cat box.
Sunday:
Read Angie Sage's Queste with Child.
Play "Clue" with Child. I would recommend staying away from Mr. Green if he carrying a lead pipe, my friends.
Read my own book, Amitav Ghosh's River of Smoke.
And on the productive side:
Graded 5 essays.
Chores: laundry, groceries, changed cat box.
fascination
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happy for you Sag
Peaches
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Ye gods...
Friday:
Owing to having drunk too much cheap wine on Thursday night, Friday was the day from hell. Got up, ran errands, was having a Stupid Day and no amount of Advil would fix the headache situation.
Nap. Feel human. Go dancing.
Saturday:
Mostly was an exercise in not killing DH. T'was just a day for being at each other's throats. Had lots of stuff to do, and DH just wanted to nap. His solution to my stress was to tell me to relax. (Mustn't touch, mustn't kill.) After 15 years, you'd think the boy would have learned that telling me to relax when I'm stressed about a monster to do list is NOT helpful.
Drive to SIL's parents' house for dinner. Get lost on way, go wrong direction. Get righted. On back road to house...to find that it's closed and "The...bridge...is...out!!!" Try calling everyone under sun to find alternate directions, but it would seem that everyone is steadfastly ignoring their cellphones. Can't smoke to relieve stress. About break something...anything. As am pulled over on side of the road, DH gets out and walks away...which is probably a good thing, because he was about to get himself maimed the way he was carrying on.
Finally arrive at correct location. Wine! Chat and visit. Decamp to brother's house. Chat and visit some more...seems they are actively trying to get pregnant now. Oh boy.
Sunday:
Get up. Go to grocery store as planned--plenty of time to get refrigitated groceries, come back and put together baked ziti, bake it, load car, and head out. Assuming, that is, we can find a bloody can opener that effing works!!!!
After spending 10 minutes looking for the stupid thing, then another 20 minutes trying to figure out how to use it (or looking for anything else that could work--up to, and including, a hammer and chisel), I go back to grocery store. Morning has now officially switched over to stressful. At least DH is being useful...albeit after I asked him twice and lost my temper. Better late than never.
Get ready. Are heading out the door when brother calls and tells us to bring every throw blanket they have in the house. It's a quasi-outdoor wedding we're going to and it's 50 degrees outside and it would seem that no one dressed appropriately. Load car, walk dogs, grab blankets. Drive drive drive.
Wedding: cold, beautiful, frighteningly religious, great food, lots of fun. Usually I love weddings but hate receptions. This time I hated the wedding (found it very disturbing and off-putting) but had a good time at the reception. The food, which wasn't catered but was pot-luck, was the best wedding food I have ever ever had. Period, hands down, no debate. So much better than generic catering food. And, something that is very memorable for me if not anyone else, I had fun cutting in on my mom and dad dancing, and I danced with my dad.
(To Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance", lol.)
Drive home. Z.
Monday:
No work. Too much stuff to do, and too tired.
Attempt taxes. Nothing doing. Shower and go grocery shopping. Home, make pickles, do laundry, file papers, put away clothes, straighten straighten straighten.
Visit with DH. Z.
Friday:
Owing to having drunk too much cheap wine on Thursday night, Friday was the day from hell. Got up, ran errands, was having a Stupid Day and no amount of Advil would fix the headache situation.
Nap. Feel human. Go dancing.
Saturday:
Mostly was an exercise in not killing DH. T'was just a day for being at each other's throats. Had lots of stuff to do, and DH just wanted to nap. His solution to my stress was to tell me to relax. (Mustn't touch, mustn't kill.) After 15 years, you'd think the boy would have learned that telling me to relax when I'm stressed about a monster to do list is NOT helpful.
Drive to SIL's parents' house for dinner. Get lost on way, go wrong direction. Get righted. On back road to house...to find that it's closed and "The...bridge...is...out!!!" Try calling everyone under sun to find alternate directions, but it would seem that everyone is steadfastly ignoring their cellphones. Can't smoke to relieve stress. About break something...anything. As am pulled over on side of the road, DH gets out and walks away...which is probably a good thing, because he was about to get himself maimed the way he was carrying on.
Finally arrive at correct location. Wine! Chat and visit. Decamp to brother's house. Chat and visit some more...seems they are actively trying to get pregnant now. Oh boy.
Sunday:
Get up. Go to grocery store as planned--plenty of time to get refrigitated groceries, come back and put together baked ziti, bake it, load car, and head out. Assuming, that is, we can find a bloody can opener that effing works!!!!
After spending 10 minutes looking for the stupid thing, then another 20 minutes trying to figure out how to use it (or looking for anything else that could work--up to, and including, a hammer and chisel), I go back to grocery store. Morning has now officially switched over to stressful. At least DH is being useful...albeit after I asked him twice and lost my temper. Better late than never.
Get ready. Are heading out the door when brother calls and tells us to bring every throw blanket they have in the house. It's a quasi-outdoor wedding we're going to and it's 50 degrees outside and it would seem that no one dressed appropriately. Load car, walk dogs, grab blankets. Drive drive drive.
Wedding: cold, beautiful, frighteningly religious, great food, lots of fun. Usually I love weddings but hate receptions. This time I hated the wedding (found it very disturbing and off-putting) but had a good time at the reception. The food, which wasn't catered but was pot-luck, was the best wedding food I have ever ever had. Period, hands down, no debate. So much better than generic catering food. And, something that is very memorable for me if not anyone else, I had fun cutting in on my mom and dad dancing, and I danced with my dad.
(To Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance", lol.)Drive home. Z.
Monday:
No work. Too much stuff to do, and too tired.
Attempt taxes. Nothing doing. Shower and go grocery shopping. Home, make pickles, do laundry, file papers, put away clothes, straighten straighten straighten.
Visit with DH. Z.
ChaChaMama
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Peaches--I think "Bad Romance" should be played at more wedding receptions. Lol!
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Monday:
Almost 7--Up.
It is Spirit Week at Child's school and today is formal day. She looks breathtakingly beautiful. This is also, however, the dress she wore for school photo 2 years ago. So she has not grown much between 2nd and 4th grade.
8:25 or 8:30--Drop off. (She wanted a bun, so it took extra time.)
8:45--Arrive at work.
Prep like mad person.
9:10--ENG 1101. Debates on talking and texting while driving.
Hand back papers.
10:20--GLC. Discuss Betty Friedan's The Feminine Mystique. Actually get onto a lot of tangents today. Topics include whether articles in mags influence us, even when we like to think they don't.
Lunch and print out 1-page exercises students have written and put up on Blackboard.
12:40--20th C Brit Lit. Women in Love, with focus on animal symbolism.
1:45--Office hours. Super illuminating convo with a student who confesses he always pitches about a C effort on his first paper to see how professors will grade it and how hard he has to work. He says a lot of professors seem to give him As anyway. I gave him a B-, and he concluded he's really going to have to work in my class, and he thanked me for that. Wow. World. Officially. Rocked. Of course, this is because I was an earnest little goody-goody in college.
Stop by public library.
3:30--Home. Read to Child.
Dinner.
Read some River of Smoke. SOOOOOOOO good.
6 miles on treadmill. Shower.
Read to Child, as Husband sounds like he is having the argument from heck on the phone.
Watch BG with Husband.
Read a little more.
Bed.
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Monday:
Almost 7--Up.
It is Spirit Week at Child's school and today is formal day. She looks breathtakingly beautiful. This is also, however, the dress she wore for school photo 2 years ago. So she has not grown much between 2nd and 4th grade.
8:25 or 8:30--Drop off. (She wanted a bun, so it took extra time.)
8:45--Arrive at work.
Prep like mad person.
9:10--ENG 1101. Debates on talking and texting while driving.
Hand back papers.
10:20--GLC. Discuss Betty Friedan's The Feminine Mystique. Actually get onto a lot of tangents today. Topics include whether articles in mags influence us, even when we like to think they don't.
Lunch and print out 1-page exercises students have written and put up on Blackboard.
12:40--20th C Brit Lit. Women in Love, with focus on animal symbolism.
1:45--Office hours. Super illuminating convo with a student who confesses he always pitches about a C effort on his first paper to see how professors will grade it and how hard he has to work. He says a lot of professors seem to give him As anyway. I gave him a B-, and he concluded he's really going to have to work in my class, and he thanked me for that. Wow. World. Officially. Rocked. Of course, this is because I was an earnest little goody-goody in college.
Stop by public library.
3:30--Home. Read to Child.
Dinner.
Read some River of Smoke. SOOOOOOOO good.
6 miles on treadmill. Shower.
Read to Child, as Husband sounds like he is having the argument from heck on the phone.
Watch BG with Husband.
Read a little more.
Bed.
Peaches
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Out of curiosity, what about that conversation rocked your world? Is it the idea that someone would not put forth a full effort? Or that he would confess it? Or that it was unapologetic (or it seemed that way, based on how you recounted it)?
Personally, I think it's a brilliant idea, and I'm kicking myself for not having thought of it. Granted, I'd have just worried that I'd get a D and never be able to make up enough to outweigh it, because I'm just a worrier like that. OTOH, I'd work my but off long enough to be able to coast through the end of a class. (And it helps that I tend to be an exceptionally good test taker.)
Personally, I think it's a brilliant idea, and I'm kicking myself for not having thought of it. Granted, I'd have just worried that I'd get a D and never be able to make up enough to outweigh it, because I'm just a worrier like that. OTOH, I'd work my but off long enough to be able to coast through the end of a class. (And it helps that I tend to be an exceptionally good test taker.)
ChaChaMama
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This one. I think that when I was an undergraduate, my thought was "Someone is paying A LOT of money for me to go to to this highly competitive private liberal arts college. I will take that seriously." It might have been coupled with "An admissions committee thought I was worthy of a slot at a school where only about 20% of applicants get in. I will prove that they were right."
I'm not going to say that I never gave less than 100% in any class, because of course there are times when I was too stressed about one class to give my all in another, didn't do well with time management, or spent more time than I should have engaged in the things teenaged hormones make one want to do
. But I would say that I was a VERY serious and earnest student who took not just grades but LEARNING seriously. In fact, I still am that student, in many respects, even though I am now 44 years old and finished grad school 16 years ago. I assign myself the work now. Over the years, several students have tried to help me with my naive belief that this is a typical mindset. It is somehow more surprising to hear it coming from someone like this--a bright and obviously thoughtful young man who wanted to talk James Joyce with me outside of class--rather than from one of the party-hardy youngsters who populate the back row in freshman English and look a little the worse for wear on Fridays.
wonderwoman
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Yesterday was nice. Since I had been going nonstop since Wednesday night, including 4 nights of partying and/or dancing, 21 hours of driving total, and a bit of a health emergency/scare somewhere in there... I slept in late yesterday and spent the day relaxing, got caught up on errands, laundry, little cleaning, talked to people I hadn't seen and caught up, did a lot of good thinking and mostly just hung around in sweats and ate food and drank hot tea.
Oy
Saturday:
Leave show 9am; drive to second show in Lebanon, PA; spouse shop shop shop, leave show, drive home
Arrive home ~4pm, unload, errands
Bake bake bake bake bake bake bake bake bake
Go to DB#1's house to check on baking results; she, her DD, and I have a wonderful time
Home, Z
Saturday:
Leave show 9am; drive to second show in Lebanon, PA; spouse shop shop shop, leave show, drive home
Arrive home ~4pm, unload, errands
Bake bake bake bake bake bake bake bake bake
Go to DB#1's house to check on baking results; she, her DD, and I have a wonderful time
Home, Z
Sunday:
Bake bake bake bake
Take some of the results to studio, where there's an Event today
Bake some more
Quick shower
To studio in time for Event; it's a howling, world-class success, all involved are euphoric, you can smell the endorphins and feel the buzz
HTFS
Stop to visit DB#1 and 4, who are having a celebration dinner; we have event post-mortem, still high on endorphins
Sleep? Who can sleep?
Bake bake bake bake
Take some of the results to studio, where there's an Event today
Bake some more
Quick shower
To studio in time for Event; it's a howling, world-class success, all involved are euphoric, you can smell the endorphins and feel the buzz
HTFS
Stop to visit DB#1 and 4, who are having a celebration dinner; we have event post-mortem, still high on endorphins
Sleep? Who can sleep?