yesterday's activities

Thursday:

Child sick and at home.

9-9:30--Student Appt #24. [*In the unlikely event you are keeping track, I accidentally put two #21s on Wed. So that day actually ended with #23 being served at CCM's bakery.]
9:30-10--Student Appt #25.
10-10:30--Student Appt #26.
10:30-11--Should have been an appt, but e-mail saying she had a doctor's appt.
11-11:30--Student Appt #27.
11:30-12--Student Appt #28.
12-12:30--Student Appt #29.
12:30--Interview w/student newspaper.

Gas station, grocery store, home by 2.
2ish--Lunch.

Read many pages of Inheritance to Child.

Dinner.
More reading. Talk on phone with Dad. Parents are very slow to accept this notion that Child is really sick, and that we may not be able to celebrate Dad's birthday this weekend. I get that this is disappointing, but I feel like I have to really, really emphasize this in order for them to hear what I am saying, e.g., she has only eaten a little white rice and some crackers over the past two days, can barely get out of bed, etc. Yes, she is better today than the day before insofar as that she is not vomiting, but not better enough to do a birthday party.
Child falls asleep while I am talking to Dad.

Husband and I start to watch BG, but Child hears noise of tv when wakes up and is distressed, so we decide that was a bad idea.
Computer time.
Bed.

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Friday:
Child sick and staying home. My body isn't responding terribly well to the stress of this week either, but whatchya gonna do? I have a packed day. In fact, this is Day 1 of the end of the semester grading marathon. I apologize in advance if I am a Crabby B for any of this period.

9:10-10:10--ENG 1101. Very disappointed. Supposed to have five oral presentations. One no-show! One tells me not prepared at all. Wth. And I love how people just assume they will be allowed to make it up. High schools must be ridiculously lax. Try to cover over how annoyed I am a bit so as not to take it out on students who have showed up and are prepared. Wind up doing course evals at end of class due to unexpected extra time, which was probably a tactical error. (Why do these on the day of probably the weakest class session of the term? Not my fault, but even so....)
10:20--Student Appt #30. Over-runs.
11-something--Student Appt #31.
Lunch, start grading.
12:40--20th C BRIT LIT. Emma Donoghue's Room. Whole class loved book. Two students make connections btwn book and stuff they are doing/learning in other classes. :)
1:45-2:15--Finish Grading ENG 1101 Research Essay #1.
2:15-3--ENG 1101 Research Essay #2.
3-3:45--ENG 1101 Research Essay #3.
3:45-4:30--ENG 1101 Research Essay #4.
4:30-5:15--ENG 1101 Research Essay #5.
So far: 1 A, 1 B, 2 B-s, 1 C+.

Dinner.
Sort things out with my Dad. I tell them they can have b-day party w/out us and we'll celebrate a second time next weekend, but they decide to postpone whole thing until next weekend. I guess Child is fairly central to people's thinking about bdays.

7-8--Adult Hip-Hop! Needed to take my mind off work, so this is perfect. We did a routine with a lot of MJ moves to his "In the Closet" (1991). One woman in my class--who is my age--says she has never heard this song before! Is this possible? She says she was more of a metal fan. I didn't know anyone wasn't listening to Michael Jackson at least some of the time in the 80s/90s.

Home. Watch that BG with Husband.

Bed.
 
Friday...

Up in morning. Snooze. Snooze. Drive home from BF's.
Work #1: 10-3. Get text halfway through from DP. Can I pick him up before dance and then drop him home afterwards? Umm, I hope so.
Leave work. Rush home. Change clothes. Pick DP up...yeah, we're going to be late. This arrangement doesn't work in with my travel times.
Dance lesson, in which we get a new quickstep side and some new New Vogue shaping. Preparing for Level 1 and 2 next year.
Drive DP home. Drive me home. Change clothes. Drive to work #2.
Work work work. Discover that shift manager is dating someone I've known since I was tiny. Wow. I knew this guy got girlfriends...but he's turned into pretty much a complete dropkick. Oh well. Different tastes, rose-coloured glasses, and all that.
Home at end of night. Housemate has just got home, and we chat. Her friend comes over when I've gotten into bed, but I left door open. Now I'm having a conversation in not-quite pyjamas. Thank God for my quilt.
Kitten keeps leaving me to explore interesting noises in the rest of the house. He'll be back.
I sleep.

Saturday:

He's back, snuggling up to my face in an affectionate and very awakening manner. Yay!
Snooze.
Up...shower etc., do dishes, make food.
Buy cat food for cats. I doubt kitten will actually eat this food...because he's a fussy kitty, but if he's hungry enough, he'll eat it.
Visit grandma...who went through chemo on Monday, and has spent the last couple of days sleeping in bed. Doctors didn't tell her about any side effects. Father is sticking his head in the sand and hoping it'll all go away. Have good conversation, nonetheless, and help her get her car started.
Drive to work #1. Hope that saturday car parking in city will be cheaper. No such luck...come out of work $28 poorer...
Work is interesting...work with new girl, who has serious math and noticing customers issues. Had to help her get enough change, and remind her to serve customers a couple of times.
Make a couple of big $200+ sales of gifts and stuff. Woohoo!
Drive home.
Change clothes.
Text BF...does he want to come over quickly after work? He does! Hugs and conversations. Then he leaves because I have to go to work #2.

Work #2 is interesting. Very busy, and I am the only driver on, so I encounter many rude and bitchy customers who want to know why their pizza isn't here NOW. Had one woman who, when asked how she was, said "well, I'm ok now, finally". Deal with it, woman. Your pizza is here, and it's hot. Shut up.

Also a woman who gets very very angry about us not delivering her pizza...when the order never came through. She rang manager to complain about it not arriving on time, and manager explained that we were busy and it would be there as soon as possible. She rang back an hour later to complain even more, and then we discovered that we'd never received the order. In the middle of trying to take her order by phone and process it, she hung up and filed several official complaints saying that we were rude.

Whatever. Silly woman. You're never going to get your pizza now. But for the rest of the night I was just worried she'd come visit the store and get angrier.

End of night...go home. Pat kitten. Sleep.
 
Wednesday:

Lesson, in which I do better, and some of what was very interesting in the previous night's modern dance performance comes in handy
Why can I not remember anything else? And I mean, ANYTHING?

Thursday:

Y'know, that "cant' remember anything" thing is really in effect here, except I remember taking Spouse to the urologist for his bladder/prostate scoping; excuse me for not being terribly terribly excited about them running a teeny weeny camera up his urinary passage -- tried hard not to find this divine retribution (just 'cause I'm ticked off at him doesn't mean God is, kwim?), succeeded; turns out he did not have a UTI while peeing copious amounts of blood, but his prostate was bleeding; TDNWanyone'sH
 
Friday:

Walk the Piermont Pier, have a long conversation with God; ignore received advice b/c I think it's just me telling myself what I want to hear
Go to Allentown, PA, to pick up stuff that was driven home from Tulsa and has spent the last 3 weeks in New Hampshire (NH friends are in Allentown for the show); I go meet NH friend, chat a bit, pick up stuff -- which involves encountering the dealers, 99.99% of whom are people I never, ever want to see again; this is bad on so many levels, I can't count them, and has repercussions I can't even imagine, including but not limited to Spouse coming along "for the ride" and all that entails (am entering No Whining Zone now, and will shut up; I asked for it, I got it, let's just leave it at that)
Home, din, wine, z (almost made it to 9pm, but nope)
 
sigh...sleep is good...it is a way of recovering from layers of grief and transition...and that is what alot of the stuff you can't remember is about...processing and navigating a new world...and you are doing a good job, just like you always have with anything you devote yourself to
 
fascination said:
sigh...sleep is good...it is a way of recovering from layers of grief and transition...and that is what alot of the stuff you can't remember is about...processing and navigating a new world...and you are doing a good job, just like you always have with anything you devote yourself to
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This.

There were days when I felt like I was walking into an abyss. I got myself through by convincing myself that I wasn't walking into an abyss. I was swimming across a very wide lake. In fact, I was in the middle of the lake. If I looked back, there was no shore visible. If I looked forward, there was no shore visible. It was a damn wide lake. But ... it was a lake and I knew there was a shore. I'd reach the other shore, if I just kept swimming.

Swim. Just swim. And, when you can't swim, float until you can swim again.
 
j_alex--As I said back in post #7985: VERY PROUD of you. You are surviving it. You are getting through it. And you are not letting life ground to a halt just because one very major aspect of your life is going through earthquakes of change. Yay for going modern dance! Hooray for continuing lessons. Keep it up, girl!

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Saturday:

Up. Spend a little time stepping and fetching for sick Child. See, it's Husband's day to get up with her, but he's managed to convince himself he's getting sick too. :rolleyes:

Child IS doing somewhat better, but still has a nasty cough.

9:30-1:30--AT WORK.
9:30-10:30--Grade ENG 1101 Research Essay #6.
10:30-11:15--Grade ENG 1101 Research Essay #7.
11:15-12--Grade ENG 1101 Research Essay #8.
12-12:45--Grade ENG 1101 Research Essay #9.
[During this, some students come running in with late essays.]
1--Prepping to leave, but hear familiar voices. Two of my FY advisees. Talk with one about whether she should take German as a 5th course next semester. (My advice is no.)

Home. Lunch.

Read with sick Child.
She falls asleep around 6:30.

Watch BG with Husband.
Interrupted by call from Best Friend. We talk for an hour and a half. Husband understands about these things.

Bed.
 
Sunday:

I get up with Child. She is still sick.

We read, then take a break while she plays, then read.

2:30-7--WORK
2:30-3:30--Grade ENG 1101 Research Essay #10. Weak.
3:30-4:15--Grade ENG 1101 Research Essay #11. Even worse.
4:15-5--Grade ENG 1101 Research Essay #12. Pretty good.
5-5:45--Grade ENG 1101 Research Essay #13. Okay.
5:45-6:30--Grade ENG 1101 Research Essay #14. Amazing. Excellent work. How nice to end tonight's session on this note!
6:30-7--Talk with colleague in office next door before going home in the dark.

Dinner.

Read with Child.

Cook tomorrow night's dinner with Husband.

Watch final episode of "Battlestar Galactica" with Husband.

Bed.
 
Monday:

Child still sick.
Wear a suit that hugs my body and looks really good on me to make up for how not in the mood I am. This suit is a size 4 and a lot of my suits are size 6. I should probably buy 4s more often.

9:10--ENG 1101. 7 oral presentations.

Call Husband and ask him to call Child's doctor, see if he can fit her in.

10:20--GLC. 4 oral presentations.

11:20-11:40--Lunch break. Husband calls. Child is being put on an antibiotic.

11:40--Grade ENG 1101 Research Essay #15.
Prep.
Receive sad news that a retired colleague's wife died. She was only 74. I should go to the visiting hours at the funeral home on Tuesday.

12:40--20th C BRIT LIT. Finish discussion of Room.

1:45--Office hours.
Grade ENG 1101 Research Essay #16.
Husband calls. "I'm sick. Could you pick up saltines on the way home?" Okay.
Text back and forth w/Nik and re-schedule lesson. (Stupidly re-schedule for a time that is actually terrible for me. Oh well, I'll figure it out.)
Grade ENG 1101 Research Essay #17.
-->Interruption from next semester students who are telling me that the book store doesn't have my book order for Spring 2012. Student, you just told me that on Friday. I haven't gotten to it yet. I will get to it this week. It's December 5th. Spring classes start January 23rd.
Finish. DONE WITH THAT CLASS!!!! (Other than writing up rest of oral reports, still in progress, and averaging those students.)

3:20ish--Go home with stop at grocery store.

Get home. Contrary to what I was expecting, Husband is not nauseous. He has a cold and isn't feeling well. Huh.
I probably shouldn't have cancelled with Nik. Too late now.

Read to Child.

Have dinner.

Husband presents me with some "bad news": work wants them to take $1000 in deferred compensation per month for the first six months of 2012. I point out that he had a $55,000 raise in 2011, so that his take home pay will still be better than what we are used to. He frets a bit. I feel annoyed. This is NOT worth getting stressed out over.

Brush Child's hair a bit. It has gotten pretty knotty while she has been sick.
She goes to bed.

Fool around on computer a bit. Also, try to get tickets to "War Horse" for Mother's Day, but they are only selling through May 6th so far and I need the next weekend.

Grade GLC Research Essay #1.
Read GLC Research Essay #2, but will have to type up comment the next day, as I am tired.

Nag Husband to go to bed.
Bed.
 
Saturday:

Total, absolute blank. 'Cause, y'know, I just can't remember jack

oh, yeah, wait a minute, there was that

Saturday was the day Spouse spent THREE HOURS yammering at me to come back, come back, come back; no wonder I've wiped it out of my memory (I thought we were going to have a Marital Discussion about the distribution of assets; boy was I wrong, and before you ask Why Didn't I Just Leave? the answer is: I said a lot of things he needed to hear; now, if he'd only been listening, it might actually have done some good)

And then I went home, made a delicious and simple dinner, drank wine, watched my father start to glow from the shared pleasure of a delicious and simple dinner; he's been cooking alone (and badly) for 10 years, since my mother died, and something as warm and embracing as a freakin' baked chicken nearly made him teary-eyed (done in a romertopf, with onions, garlic, carrots, spuds, s&p, and thyme, what's the big deal?)
Opted not to go dancing; am still dizzy enough, often enough, not to want to subject myself to the uncertainties of leaders who don't always know where their weight is and what they want from me, but ONE OF THESE DAYS... social dancing again... sometime...
Z by 8:30, I think; more of that restorative sleeping

Sunday:

Was witness to the Birth of Beauty; a dear, dear friend went from long hair to short, and it was awesome to witness the transformation of her outer self to match the one going on in her inner self; woo hoo; then we went for lunch, color me happy
Home, read, z
 
j_alexandra said:
Saturday:

And then I went home, made a delicious and simple dinner, drank wine, watched my father start to glow from the shared pleasure of a delicious and simple dinner; he's been cooking alone (and badly) for 10 years, since my mother died, and something as warm and embracing as a freakin' baked chicken nearly made him teary-eyed (done in a romertopf, with onions, garlic, carrots, spuds, s&p, and thyme, what's the big deal?)
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It is a big deal, my own parent - remembers the smells of the cooking, the chatter, the tastes - the memories.:-D
 
Tuesday:

Finish grading GLC Research Essay #2 and write up oral report.
Also do a variety of household tasks. Feel put upon when asked "Has the dog been walked?" on top everything else.

9:40--GLC. 6 oral reports.

11-Deal w/sending in materials needed for college self-study for reaccreditation.

Oh no! I hear people saying "Wait for me," and realize that they are going to the faculty meeting. I had allowed myself to forget we had one, even though I had originally set up my schedule for today with that in mind.

11:40-1--FACULTY MEETING. Oh. My. Freak.

1-2--Write up oral reports.

2:30--Home. Eat lunch.

3:30--Leave for viewing.
3:45-4:15--At viewing. Retired colleague looks so thin. :( I am glad I went.

Dinner.

Read with Child.

8ish?--Resume grading.
Grade GLC Research Essay #3 and write up oral report.
Grade GLC Research Essay #4 and write up oral report.
Grade GLC Research Essay #5 and write up oral report.

Bed.
 
Wednesday:

Child is still sick. It is pouring. Just not an inviting day.

9:10--ENG 1101. 6 oral reports.

10:20--GLC. 5 oral reports.

Lunch. Prepare final exam review handouts.

12:40--20th C BRIT LIT. Final exam review.

1:45-3--Office hours. Write up oral reports. Phone call from Nik. His 5:00 lesson would like a later time. Can I swap? YES!

Home, eat something, change, drive to Towson in miserable pouring rain. Awful conditions and it takes 75 mins.

5-6:30--Double Nik lesson.

Drive home under still pretty awful conditions.

Eat a little something more.

Grade GLC Research Essays #6 and 7.
It's snowing a little.

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Thursday:
Child joins in bed in early AM b/c had nightmare. Husband de-camps. Btw, Child is still sick.

Grade GLC Research Essays #8 and 9.

Clean up house some b/c cleaning person coming.
Lunch.

Grade GLC Research Essays #10 and 11.

Shop for Secret Santa gift for VagMon castmate. People filled out preferences, and based on hers, I got her a scarf from Target and the cutest set from Bath and Body Works. It is this kind of set, but in Pink Sugarplum. I almost felt like buying more of them and figuring out later who to give them to, just because the packaging is so adorable.

http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/search/index.jsp?kwCatId=&kw=mailbox&origkw=mailbox&sr=1

Home. Dinner. I'm pretty sure I'm getting sick, but not a lot more I can do about it. Work is a petri dish. Home is a petri dish. Child slept with me last night.

Graded some 1-page exercises that I have been procrastinating on.

VagMon rehearsal.

Grocery store.

Home.

Grade some 1-page exercises.

Bed on early side.
 
Hm...

Up, normal time (aka: 4:30am), even though I'm not going into work. Get ready, yada yada, drive DH to the airport.

Airport is right by my parents' house, so I drop by unannounced just to say hi. Only mom is home at 7am. We chat and visit for a while, and she clues me in on what to get my cousins for Christmas. Yay!

Drive home. Straighten the house a bit (with DH gone, I can be as neat-freaky as I want, and there's no one around to mess it up!). Have a peanut butter-n-banana sammich. Put away laundry, clean litterboxes, schlep computer cables and stuff.

Set up and work. Eeesh, it's boring. This is the third day of being at home and essentially without much interaction, and it's really driving me up a wall. The day turns into an experment titled, How Many Episodes of Law & Order: SVU Can A Person Watch Without Going Insane. Turns out, quite a lot. Granted, by the end of the night sanity is a debatable point, but whatever.

Make more cookie dough and freeze it. Look at clock...still too early to go to bed. Piddle and straighten a bit more. Oooh, hot bath!

Take hot bath...continuing to watch L&O:SVU. Text intermittantly with DH. Fail to get picture of Squeaky balancing on the edge of the tub investigating the water, a hair's breadth from falling. I'd have laughed...although I scooted to the far end of the tub because I've learned (the hard way) that cats that fall in the tub end up leaving lots and lots of really nasty scratch marks in their frenzy to get back out.

Continued texting and calling DH. Squeaky bites a hole in our comforter cover. Damn cat.

Bed. Not too early, not too late. Sleep wonderfully. (I have all the room in the world, despite both cats stretching out. Bwahahaha!!!)
 
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