yesterday's activities

ChaChaMama

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SUNDAY:
-Graded last 6 papers.
-Picked up Child from sleepover.
-Read The Mysterious Benedict Society and the Prisoner's Dilemma with Child.
-Ask Child is she can demo what she learned Week 1 in viola lesson for us. She doesn't know much yet, but she practices what she does know for us. :)
-Read Malcolm X to myself. (I had reluctantly interrupted my reading of it to read the new fiction by Zadie Smith and Junot Diaz.)

MONDAY:
Up with Child, usual, drop off.

At work, prep like crazy and get through a lot before class.

9:10--ENG 1101. Debates about whether the TSA does a good job insuring the safety of the flying public.

10:20--GLC. Fantastic discussion of James Bond's Goldfinger.

Lunch.
Exciting news: Rick Riordan's tour has been posted. Closest stop to us is...Paramus, NJ. (~4.5 hrs away.) Interesting choice! I am going to be wondering "Am I crazy?" when I am driving home from this event in the small hours of the AM to make it work the next day at 9:10 AM, but we will cross that bridge when we get to it.

Office hours.

4--Meeting about future of Honors program. Hmm.
5:30--Home. Dinner. Really beat.
Read final pages of Malcolm X. Definitely one of the best books I've read this year.
Some FB time.

8--Grocery store, as we are out of bread, cheese, bananas, oranges, and grapes, and only have two sad and lonely strawberries.

Trying to be better about going to bed more like 10:30ish, instead of 11:30.
 

j_alexandra

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Yesterday:
Ballet cancelled, and a good thing, too, b/c I have a more -or-less emergency visit to dentist, which ends up with novocain that doesn't wear off until early afternoon
To HFKAM to write large checks for quarterly estimated taxes; Spouse is not there, yay; this is one task I do not need to do with him micromanaging me
Spouse arrives as I'm leaving
Bank
Rolfer
Lesson, learning and frustration in equal measure
Take book to park and read until hunger takes over (have not eaten much due to dental work), then take book to favorite restaurant and enjoy a decent meal until time for
Group class, one of Teach's finer moments
To home of DB#1 to look at fabric books; she's making me some window treatments
Home, can't sleep; musta been the coffee @6pm; note to self: DON'T DO THAT
Read, read, z
 

pygmalion

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Read final pages of Malcolm X. Definitely one of the best books I've read this year.

I sure hope it is good. It was only $13 at Amazon, but, once I start Amazon book-shopping, I have zero self control. There's something so seductive about free super saver shipping. Must spend the $25 minimum. And then there's something so seductive about books. So one book becomes five or six in a flash, and $13.12 (IIRC) becomes $62 and change, which is actually more like $75 (because I buy gift cards at Kroger to get gas discounts.)

Then I have $13 leftover in my Amazon account. $13 would probably buy another book but, if I add $12 more worth of books, I get free shipping ... and the cycle continues. See where this is going? Nowhere pretty. lol.
 
Started day with woman passing out on me on train. And I literally mean on me.
Staff meeting.
Talked Dean of students down off ledge after grant closeout showed her program finances need some corrections.
DW returned from balmy Minneapolis with Cat Butt gum and Machismo candy cigarettes.
Out to local TF for some Mex.
Watched some Tosh.o.
 

fascination

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tues....gown repair, retail therapy, post office to mail things to "cutest baby in the world", teach spin, cook nice meal, chat with dh...pretty much lazy day...which was fine
 

fascination

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Started day with woman passing out on me on train. And I literally mean on me.
Staff meeting.
Talked Dean of students down off ledge after grant closeout showed her program finances need some corrections.
DW returned from balmy Minneapolis with Cat Butt gum and Machismo candy cigarettes.
Out to local TF for some Mex.
Watched some Tosh.o.
eesh...that sounds like it needs some tequila poured on it
 

3wishes

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Yesterday, lots of phone calls from co-workers wishing me well.
8 huge boxes staring at me.
Note to self - get parking for parent -
DH calls letting me know he's arrived home.
THEN DH says "I'm afraid to touch anything in the house, what happened to you, did the Mr. Clean tornado hit?"
I laughed, nope, it's a new stage of life, and I'm tossing, re-doing, re-organizing, and ofting things we don't need, don't want, don't use.
More responses for retirement open house at our home.
Home to DH, hear about New Orleans, DS and Him and the "business" meetings.
Off to lesson with pro.
Pro is too busy for his good I decide - Grand Opening on Thursday has his mind all a twitter...
DH and I settle in for a catching up night.
It felt good to relax, take a deep breath and realize,,,,after I watch the Space Shuttle Endeavor fly over City Hall on Friday....no more "work" related train rides.
One day and a wake up to go!:)
 

Sagitta

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I sure hope it is good. It was only $13 at Amazon, but, once I start Amazon book-shopping, I have zero self control. There's something so seductive about free super saver shipping. Must spend the $25 minimum. And then there's something so seductive about books. So one book becomes five or six in a flash, and $13.12 (IIRC) becomes $62 and change, which is actually more like $75 (because I buy gift cards at Kroger to get gas discounts.)

Then I have $13 leftover in my Amazon account. $13 would probably buy another book but, if I add $12 more worth of books, I get free shipping ... and the cycle continues. See where this is going? Nowhere pretty. lol.
I just have prime membership. I compared the two, that is buying the 25 minimum and the cost of prime and figured that prime was a better option for me. And it gets to me faster too. I use my discover card points, when I can for purchases. Using gift cards too, that is something I need to add.
 

pygmalion

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I just have prime membership. I compared the two, that is buying the 25 minimum and the cost of prime and figured that prime was a better option for me. And it gets to me faster too. I use my discover card points, when I can for purchases. Using gift cards too, that is something I need to add.

Alas. I suspect Amazon prime would just feed my addiction. *sigh* lol
 

ChaChaMama

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TUESDAY:
Wake up...and have that odd sensation that again, no one is getting ready for school. Sure enough, Husband is sound asleep, and Child is doing her own thing. Mad dash to make her lunch and get her ready. Husband--who has an 8:30 AM doctor's appt--wakes up and takes her.

Do some chores, then to work.

10:10--FYS workshop on time management.

Briefly home. Lunch, shower. Power cuts out during shower. NOOOOO!!! (We're on a well.) Luckily, we have enough water in the tank for me to wash the conditioner off my hair.

12:30--Double Nik lesson, in which much technique is learned. :)

3--Pick up La Petite from school.

Have minor hissy fit when I discover that Salman Rushdie's Joseph Anton is not going to arrive until Thursday. I *thought* it was guaranteed day of publication delivery! Of all the books coming out this fall, this was the one I was looking forward to the most, and I am about to go and sit at the dance studio for 3 1/2 hours, so this made me sad. I recognize that in the grander scheme of problems on the planet, this is barely worth mentioning, but I really love Rushdie. I scooped up Michael Chabon's Telegraph Avenue, which I hadn't planned to read until after Rushdie.

5-6:30--Junior I/II Ballet/Tap/Jazz combo.
6:30-7:30--Junior I/II Hip-Hop. They have a teenage sub who has a lot to learn about classroom management.
7:30-8:30--Junior Int/Adv Ballet.
I read and wrote in my diary in the car.

Home. Put Child to bed.

Read a little more, then put myself to bed.
 

ChaChaMama

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WEDNESDAY:
Up with Child, the usual.

8:20--Drop off.

8:35--At work. Deal with stuff related to special event we're planning. Secretary is doing a lot to coordinate between the various offices involved.

9:10--ENG 1101. Debate about whether the TSA is doing an effective job screening passengers or whether it is security theater.

10:20--GLC. Peer review. I get two essay drafts read.
Meeting with peer mentor. Lunch. Read another essay.

12:40--Victorian Lit. Tennyson. Oral report by student. Lotos Eaters, Tithonus.

2:15--Office hrs. Coordinate more with secretary. Meet w/student.

3--Pick up Child.

Read with Child. Feed ourselves.

6:30--Leave for dance studio.
7-8--Junior Int Ballet.
8:30--Home. Put Child to bed.

Computer time and read until my own bedtime.
 

fascination

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wed...take 8 o'clock step class just to warm up, teach 9 o'clock power step, stay til 11 for zumba....no idea what happened after that...except that my allergies were awful and that dh and I sat out for as long as I could stand it b/c it was such a nice evening....seems like I accomplished something...but, for the life of me, I can't remember it
 

cornutt

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oy...that sort of thing scares my buttons off...
It was scary. After we got to the hospital and they got him into triage and there was nothing for us to do at the moment, I was shaking because I was so pumped up with adrenaline. It took about half an hour of sitting very quietly to get my heart rate back down. Thanks again to everyone for all of your concern.
 

3wishes

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Up with DH.
Head off to "hair" appointment before heading into office for Retirement Celebration Party.
Home, pick up DH, change of clothing, extra bags for hauling stuff to car.
Into City Hall East, take DH up to Main Street where the Farmers Market is setting up.
The mere smell of Strawberries and other produce is enticing, we browse.
DH askes "are you nervous?"
My reply "yes"
DH "why?"
My reply "Lord only knows what they are going to say about me, snicker"
We both laugh.
Head up to office, co-workers greet Dear Husband, they ambush him into talking about his
recent road trip to and from New Orleans.
Watch DH light up like a firefly - and the discussion is filling the air.
Call from dad and step-mom "hey, we're here at Weilands waiting for you"
Grab DH, "we gotta go NOW - parents are here"
Meet up with parents for lunch before party.
DH pulls out his Challenge Coin, slams it on the table, stars at his father-in-law, my dad.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - geez, my brain screams.
Dad - smiles,,,,reaches into his pocket,,,slams his Challenge Coin on the table and says "your buying apparently"
They both laugh. Yep, DH lost this one.
Talk, memories, laughter, plans, questions, answers, lunch was great.
We all walk Japan Town together heading back to my office.
Take them upstairs where we start running into co-workers waiting for the party to start.
Go to my office.
Watch my "group" running like rats in a maze, with food, stripping flower stems for arrangements, hauling balloons, Explain,,,,,the kitchen is directly in front of my office,,,,there is no way I cannot see what is going on.
We head out to planned party event.
ALOT of people show up.
Parents, DH and I - separate just by the sheer numbers of people we are all ending up talking to before the formal stuff starts.
I stare at conference room, notice all the work it took to transform it,,,it's beautiful.
Tell myself - DO NOT CRY! at least not before the party starts.
Several people speak, then it's my turn.
I'm so honored by those who came, I'm stunned by hearing words addressed to me, about me and for me.
Then, my best friend (since high school) speaks, who is also retiring in January.
OK, the tears are sitting on the edge of my eyelid...NOOOOOOO DON'T....arggghhhh...give in.
Some comedy is thrown in...people are standing outside the doors in the lobby because there simply is no more room.
It's overwhelming. Is the only way to describe it.
My dad and my step-mother - who gave me the application 34 years ago - are holding their own tears back.
I thank everyone - in various remarks/comments and small speech throughout the event.
DH and I say goodbye to parents who have to get on the road.
I thank the hard work of my group to make it so successful.
We talk about the space shuttle Endeavor fly over (still got to do that) on Friday.
DH helps me load boxes, balloons, some food from event, and we head out to Ribbon Cutting of Dance Studio.
Perform, as one number of many others by others, at ribbon cutting, where I'm presented with another cake for my retirement.
Hugs abound with congratulations.
Husband and I head home, now the happy tears can fall....as we collapse....with a permanent smile.
 

pygmalion

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Yesterday. Up early. I have a zillion things to before work. I have to stop by the grocery and get DS stuff for lunch. He ate all of his lunchbox suitable stuff yesterday when I wasn't looking AND somehow forgot to mention that he was out of pretty much everything. I also have to pick up a couple items for a presentation I have that starts at 9:00. All of this and get DS to school in time to check out his preferred school camera, which he simply must have to complete his assignment by Monday. He also forgot to mention the camera until this morning. Yay.

But first, I have to get to the bank before it opens so that I can get some cash. My debit card expired and, amidst all the moving around and other assorted chaos, the replacement has gotten lost in the mail somewhere (and cancelled. No worries on that front.) Anyway. I will need lots f cash today, so off to the bank and in the drive through line at 7:53 in anticipation of the 8:00 opening. If I get help right at 8:00, I have a *slim* chance of being on time. I wait in line a full fifteen minutes. Yes. Fifteen. Apparently, the staff at this bank branch has not read the memo. 8:00 = 8:00. Steam rises from my head, especially when the teller asks me if I'm happy with my banking today. I want to say, "What do you think?" but I don't. Sarcasm helps no one.

To Target. Buy stuff for DS's lunch and stuff for my presentation. Snafu/miscommunication at the check-out leaves me very grumpy with DS (as in what about pay for your stuff separately do you not understand? Great. Now I have to explain to the voucher people at work why DS's lunch is on my business receipt.)

It's not until I'm driving DS to school *late* (meaning not as early as DS had hoped, but still a full thirty minutes before school starts) that I hear myself say, "It's not even 8:30 in the morning and I have already been through hell." This is when I realize that a chill pill is needed.


DS to school. Me to work. Arrive at 8:50. All is well ... which it would have been if I hadn't been stressing myself out since 6:00. Must ponder this, one of these days.

Anyway. After all the drama, the rest of my workday seems very anti-climactic.

Piddle. Piddle. Chat with friends. All in all a good Friday.

email from DS's French teacher, who encourages us parents to "observe" our kids studying this weekend. This is code for police their homework. Or, in ccm's words, just tell them to do it already. DS also has a "French culture project" due Tuesday. He has to cook something French, research a French historical event, find a piece of French literature or something else he forgot, and he has to present it on Tuesday. Great. He is completely oblivious to the hour-stealing implications of this assignment, but I go to work mentally. Cooking? Nope. His cooking equates to me cooking and most likely will mean either giving up my Monday evening or else getting up early Tuesday. Research a historical event? No freaking way. That's hours and hours of reading, writing and editing. I'm just not up for that. So literature it is. Le Petit Prince? "L'Etranger? Hah! Cyrano de Bergerac. Perfect. I've read it a few times, seen different versions of the movie and enjoy the story. And it's relate-able, to a fifteen year old who had a five-year crush that he never acted on. Perfect. Check B&N. They have a couple different translations of Cyrano and a couple different DVDs in stock. Yay. Do I care if DS wants to read Cyrano? Nope.

It's been a tough day. It occurs to me that there will likely be many more like it. When I was in high school, no one -- not me, my teachers, nor my parents, expected this level of parental involvement in day to day school life. I'm not sure what gives, but I'm fairly sure I don't like it.

Home. Order Chinese food. Eat a quarter of mine. Watch DS eat all of his and wonder where he puts all that food.

To bed to wait for Real Time With Bill Maher to come on. (Want to see Salmon Rushdie.) Asleep before the opening credits.

Zzzzz.
 

fascination

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P...why does any of that assignment require your effort?....my thought would be that your son is perfectly capable of googling French recipes...and making one for that matter...quiche is neither rocket science nor fraught with rare ingredients...my thought would be similar for historical events or literature...I mean surely he has access to "les mis"....I have to say, I think you might be doing yourself a dis-service and him as well...certainly it is your call to make...but given your stress related issues, it seems worth considering...particularly in high school....I cannot recall asssiting my children academically at all by that point in the game...obviously, they didn't struggle academically...but they also knew that they had to do it on their own...
 

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