Discussion in 'Dancers Anonymous' started by fascination, May 10, 2009.
Hi IB! (Ice Bucket or International Baccalaureate. You pick. ) I've missed you.
good to see you again
Thank you! You too. Sorry about the double post. I don't know quite what happened there.
Many thanks. And fwiw, I took you literally; the metaphor is beyond me, at the moment. I am not feeling particularly blue, at the moment. Granted, it's a week later, but I don't know if that has anything to do with my general state of not-blueness. Whatev. Many thanks for all hugs, congrats, and good wishes.
"A Blur of Yesterdays" as 3wishes called it:
Saturday last: up, off to brekkie, then to studio, where the whole day (barring lunch and dinner) is taken up with dancing, watching dancing, talking about dancing, coaching of dancing, and generally feeding my obsession
After dinner, discover my friend's car has been towed; this puts a very effective kibosh on any further plans for socializing, as the city of Houston has uncivil civil servants, and getting the car back is, um, er, challenging for her
Basically, a repeat of Saturday, without the towing but with much communication at the end of the day; nothing like rehashing a life-changing experience with people who went through it with you
Arrive, unpack, change, go to Lesson
Sort out several car issues
Session with therapist, during which I did NOT spend the entire time whining about Spouse, color me happy
Lesson! the last for a while; Teach is very busy this fall, I have many cancelled lessons this month, poor poor pitiful me, but at least it will give me a chance to ease off the bank account
Rolfer, an unspeakable pleasure <le sigh>
I cannot for the life of me remember what I did Thursday. Sorry!
Bake bake bake bake bake
To NYC to see a friend who was in a horrible car accident and is in a rehab facility in Greenwich Village
A friend has lent me his Netflix password; ruh roh, I am about to catch up on a LOT of TV I never saw, a mess of movies I missed, and some favorites I want to watch again. Just what I needed: another reason to sit still, as if FB/DF were not enough
fri...go to zumba, teach bike and bench...long chat with friend...tan...cook and housework....exhausting appointments with engaged clients in the evening...but some very nice time with dh in the evening
sat...not enough sleep due to said lovely evening w/dh...sub oldies class at 8...hurry home, eat a sandwich, change and head to evanston for cats game...briefly connect with nucat...yay...unfortunately don't manage to re-connect...head to dinner with dtr...home now and bed very very soon
One of the glitches with the forum changeover. Are you doing the IB, International Bac...?
Sneaky, but a nice sneaky. I go on the net standing up. I have one of those adjustable tables that can be raised up. It was pretty cheap - $0 - Yup - I saw it on the side of the road with a free sign while passing by, screeched to a halt, backed up, and into the car it went and I never looked back.
I was teasing IB, Sag. For some reason, when I typed IB, International Baccalaureate popped into my mind. It could have been illustrious bachelor, Illicit Bacon, Intermittent Break-down. The potential for silliness is virtually endless.
Perhaps I should have kept my trap shut.
Last couple of days:
Friday. Usual work-related nonsense, for half the day. Then take latest training class out for a field trip. Yes. I take my classes on field trips. Very fun. Usually. Except this time, there's been a failure to communicate. The woman who coordinates training has somehow managed to give these folks the impression that I am paying for lunch. Where the miscommunication was, I have no idea. All I know is that, when the check comes, everybody, including the woman old enough to be my mother, looks to me to pay. And then there's the woman who is obviously struggling financially and who does not have any cash at all. She was counting on me and now has to confess, in front of the rest of us, that she is flat broke. TDNWMH. I buck up, pay the bill, and keep the receipt for vouchering. I don't mind paying for lunch. That's not a big deal. It just irritates me to have been committed to something and not notified about it. To make it worse, for reasons that I don't understand, the field trip was scheduled for late in the day, which made the lunch I was supposedly paying for very late -- about 1:30 instead of the usual 11:30 or 12:00. The timing wouldn't have been a problem if one of my students hadn't been diabetic and become light-headed from lack of food. Not to mention that, instead of the usual four hours to complete the field trip objectives (The field trip is a scavenger hunt.) I have more like two-and-a-half. And I wasn't given a copy of the training schedule, so I was blind-sided by these developments. Sheesh. These glitches make for some VERY awkward moments that cast a pall over some of the day, but we all decide to shake it off and manage to have fun.
Other stuff happened on Friday, but, for the life of me, I can't remember what.
Saturday. Awaken to the realization that I feel lousy. Spend much of the day, to quote DS, "writhing in agony." It's just a cold, I know, but I so rarely get colds that this one makes me feel whiny and miserable. Poor me. Doze so much during the day that I have an ice cube's chance in you-know-where of sleeping tonight. Doubly poor me. lol
Watch an interminably long-seeming episode of Law and Order SVU. It's just not the same without Elliot. The on-screen chemistry between Mariska Hargitay and Christopher Meloni really made the show for me. Another casualty of contract negotiation snafus. *sigh*
Toss. Turn. Cough. Wheeze. Etc.
8:20--Child to school.
8:35--Me to work.
9:10--ENG 1101. Taught a class on evaluating sources, with particular reference to web sources. How can you tell if a website is a legit source of info? I of course had a couple of crazy people sites to demo my point.
10:20--GLC. We make plans to go see the college production of "Hairspray" as a class. We then discuss Margaret Atwood's _The Handmaids Tale_. I start by giving them some background info on feminism and the 1980s, Reagan, "Morning in America," and The Moral Majority. This year's freshmen were for the most part born in or around 1994, so they will obviously have no first-hand knowledge of this. I find that it is easier to understand why Atwood wrote this 1985 feminist dystopia as a Christian theocracy if you know about The Moral Majority.
2-5--Grade butt off. MUST finish Victorian Lit essays before going home, and I do.
Home. Husband does not feel well, he says.
So for Family Fun Night, we again watch a movie at home "Star Trek Insurrection." I had not seen this one and I have to say I really liked it! (I was surprised b/c my general sense was that the franchise kind of ran out of steam as time went on.)
That night, finish reading _Joseph Anton_.
My theoretical sleep-in day, but I can't afford to do so. It is also supposed to be a day off from parenting responsibilities. (I give Husband Wed off, and he is supposed to give me Thursday off, but he was out of town on Thursday, so I get Saturday.)
9-3--Grade *12* ENG 1101 essays. That is a very productive start to the day. Pity I have *SO* much more work to do!!! And I'm again planning to take a day off mid-week, which puts pressure on all surrounding days. [Taking Child to the Rick Riordan event, I hope.]
Home. Husband and Child gone. Hoping they are at Fallfest. Nope, grocery store. Wish I had known they were going, as there were several other things I would have asked for.
Husband allegedly doesn't feel well enough to take Child to Fallfest, and of course she would like to go. (It's not that I don't think Husband is sick at all. He ran out of asthma medication on his trip and that no doubt does have him feeling blechy. The only reason I am ever-so-slightly skeptical about the extent of the illness is that Husband did feel well enough to go to the gym on Friday. Um....)
I cave and take her.
4:30-6:30--Fallfest. Child goes on rides.
Felt very tired this evening--I think all that grading was pretty brain-draining--so I didn't do much of anything. Mostly just surfed the web and played on FB, I think.
Yesterday was house projects day. Brother-in-law came up to do a couple of things for us -- a floor repair where we had a leak, and installing a TP holder in a guest bath. I cleaned out a the trap under the lav in the master bath (yuk!), worked on some wood trim, and then did a bunch of work cleaning out the garage, and rearranging the utility room so we can cram a bunch of stuff from the garage in there. We need to do that so we can apply epoxy paint to the garage floor.
Surprise myself by waking up before my alarm clock goes off, in spite of the late night. I went to bed just after three and got up just after seven, so I think I just about got my happy minimum of four hours' sleep.
Have a leisurely breakfast and go for a practice for a small performance next weekend with my original DP. She teaches Irish dancing, so we practise in a sports hall surrounded by mini Irish dancers, some of whom look brilliant to me. The practice goes well. We're rusty and I make a few stupid mistakes, but it'll be fine on the day. Feel confident and happy.
Go home, have large chunk of baguette for lunch and play Runescape. Pop out to the shop and wonder, as I walk back, whether I should text friend-over-the-way and ask if she wants me to take her car round so she doesn't have to come and get it. Am just making up my mind as I enter the house and find her in the hall. That's sorted that, then. *lol* Friend stays and chats for hours. After a while I leave her in the lounge with DP and hide upstairs, playing a bit more Runescape.
Family come round, with baby, who is hiccoughing very appealingly. Friend-over-the-way is still here. Play silly card games, eat chilli and entertain baby. Go to bed later than I should.
Brilliant. If I can work that out (pun intended) I will. Or crack out the balance ball, for netflix purposes; sitting on the ball engages a whole lot more muscles than just sitting still.
I'm going for Illicit Bacon on this one.
To WeightWatchers for the bad news; I celebrated the Signing of the Decree more enthusiastically than was prudent, but it was a major event, and big events gets big celebrations, in my book; meh, at least I didn't put back on everything I've taken off since July
To NY to go fabric-and-rhinestone shopping with Blond German Friend
Home; cook cook cook, with mixed results
Resume new addiction to Netflix
Bacon. Always a good choice.
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