yesterday's activities

pygmalion

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Last couple of days in no particular order.

Monday morning 6:00 AM. Oops. DS tells me that his PE uniform is still dirty. Hmm. Maybe my decision to skip laundry yesterday was a tad short-sighted. Nah! It was groovy and I needed the rest. So I find myself back at Target at 8:00, except this time I've learned my lesson. No stressing out today. DS gets the back-up uniform he needs, I get to skip laundry, he gets to school on time and I get to work almost on time. And it costs me just $21.62 plus fifteen minutes of my time. I count this as a win.

When I get to work and explain my lateness to GF (who is close enough to deserve an explanation -- not everybody gets one) she says, "So, when DS told you about the dirty gym uniform, did you say, 'Well, DS, Did YOU wash it?'" Actually no, I didn't. DS and I have a very specific division of labor, and PE uniforms aren't his responsibility. They're mine. (He does t-shirts and towels. I do anything involving bleach and anything that is time sensitive, such as PE uniforms that have to be clean on certain days, regardless. I do my hand-washables. Everything else is up for grabs.) The oversight was mine. I HATE it when other people project their parenting choices onto me and act as if, somehow, mine are wrong. I want to say, "Ya know, GF, just because you required your kids to do all their own laundry at 15 doesn't mean I should. Besides, I think that having two people do their laundry completely separately is a waste of time, detergent and money." But I don't say it.

Crazy, crazy busy at work.

Get an email from GF who lost her job a couple months ago. She's back. Her former boss had an opening and offered it to her. Thank God.

DS says he's "on the fence" about dropping pre-AP geography. I nod and act understanding and explain to him why I think he's got the right stuff to stay in that class. AND ... I do not tell him that there's no way in Hades that I'm going to sign the authorization form for him to drop the class. Let him harbor the delusion that it's his choice. Bottom line: He is a mentally gifted kid with ADHD. He will always have challenges that some other people don't. He'll also always have gifts and insights that some other people don't. So now is a good time for him to learn to deal with the duality. I keep telling him that, in the long run, the work ethic he learns by having to work twice as hard and twice as long for similar results WILL pay off. Yeah. I know. When you're fifteen, it's the short run that stinks. But ya know. Fifteen is a great age for a young man to start thinking about the bigger picture. He's staying in that class.


Other stuff: GF's 23-year-old son is hauled off to the emergency room. Gall bladder surgery for him next morning. Yikes. Other GF (from work) has gone walkabout. No idea where she is, but, whenever she gets back, I suspect she won't have a job to come back to. Plan yet another party. Decorate for fall. I love the holiday season. Back-to-back holidays rock.

Beau and I have A Serious Discussion. Why is it that Serious Discussions always pop up when I least expect it? *sigh*

Other than that, the usual. Piddle-Piddle-Drudgery. Drudgery-Drudgery-Piddle. Etc.
 

cornutt

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Yard work and house projects. I've been trying to order some maple boards from an online place. Could never get their Web site to work. Monday I called them, told them what I wanted. It took them 20 minutes to figure out that what I wanted was out of stock. They were really disorganized. Told me to call back in three weeks. I've looked for some other places, but it's hard to find online places that sell hardwood lumber in retail quantities at reasonable prices.

On the other hand, I did have a great lesson. We worked on Viennese a lot. I'm really getting to like that dance, oddly enough. Got an idea for a showcase routine too.
 

fascination

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adore smooth vw

today;

exhausted and sore...and tired....teach a class...not bad, but not awesome...forgive self.....and that is the theme of the day

run to grocery to buy dinner fixings for dh ( a nice jalapeno, canadian bacon, red pepper quiche and coffee cake with butterscotch morsels)

run into a former friend there quite by accident for both of us and we decide to be friendly...how nice...decide to keep that going when I get home by connecting with another former firend and just verifying peace....nice in a pretty epic way for me....

sleep a little, visit itunes store for waltzes...

cook.....talk with yet another friend....now enjoying couple time so...goodnight df...

what a wonderful day...thanking God
 

pygmalion

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Yesterday. Up at the usual time. DS announces that he is too sick to go to school. I suspect that he's as much stressed and tired as sick, but I concur. No school today. Sometimes it works out better if you head these things off at the pass. I am stressed and tired too (even though not sick) so I stay home as well. Might as well. I work from home about half of the day, but mostly rest. It feels good.

I dose DS up with OTC multi-symptom cold meds, vitamin C drops, saline nasal solution and Vicks Vaporub. He says he's not sleepy but conks out almost immediately and sleeps more deeply than I've seen in a long time.

Piddle, read, clean, laundry (finally!)piddle. Zzz.
 

pygmalion

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Today, 'cause, barring an unforeseen catastrophe, nothing is going to change.

Up in middle of night to check on DS. He's cool as a cucumber and still looks like a baby when he sleeps. Yay for OTC meds and a day of rest.

DS to school. Me to work.

Walkabout GF has resurfaced. Good news? She didn't get fired. Bad news (for self-centered me?) She quit. While I was worried about her job, she was out getting another one. Hallelujah. This job required a monstrous commute, for her.

Exchanged emails with ex re: The DS Homework Situation. I mentally calculate. DS did 27 hours of homework last week, in addition to 32.5 hours in class plus tutorials before school most days. This really stinks. It's like the kid has a full time job (school) plus a part time job with LONG hours (homework.) Must figure this out.

Ex asks, "Is there anything I can do to help?" I want to say, "Uh. Yeah. Like you can actually help from 1500 miles away, you jerk." But I don't. In the same moment as that thought is crossing my mind, I get a glimpse of me at DS's graduation, me at DS's wedding, me on my deathbed, looking back. For all the grueling hard work being a single Mom of a kid with two distinct and diametrically opposed learning differences, I am the lucky one. By far. By REALLY far. All this time, I've been thinking about how much the Ex is missing out. Truth is, I could have chosen to look at the flip side. I am gaining so much -- memories and laughs and stories to tell when I'm old. I would not choose to have it any other way. I am well and truly blessed. Very cool realization.

Pick DS up from school. Apparently, today, there was a freshman special college prep something-or-the other and DS comes home, excited about college and REALLY talkative about End of Semester exams and their potential impact on his life. If I understand correctly, semester exam results will determine which classes are available to DS, in subsequent high school years. Yay. One more thing to stress about. Myeh. I'm with Scarlett. As God is my witness, tomorrow is another day.

Now. Make dinner. Gotta love pre-made brisket heated in the crockpot. Laundry. (I'm almost caught up.) Read. Fave TV shows (I have the sneaking suspicion that Big Bang Theory and NCIS both premier tonight at the same time.) Read. Unwind. Bed.

G'night all.
 

fascination

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today...sleep.in...deo gratis...still groggy and creaky but it's all good....sub oldies class...they are always so appreciative....home to more of autumn cookfest.....practice corrections from lessons and try out potential showcase songs....household tasks...and other mundane errands...dh time...anticipating that will be it
 

ChaChaMama

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Summary of past week:
SUNDAY--Finish grading GLC papers.
MONDAY-TUESDAY--Work extra hard (e.g., 8:40 AM-7 PM on Monday) in order to prepare to take Yom Kippur off.
WEDNESDAY--Yom Kippur. Meditated, fasted. Broke the fast after sundown at Panera.
THURSDAY--Work hard to make up for having taken Yom Kippur off.

Noteworthy:
*Tuesday night on the way home from dance, Child quoted from memory, either word-for-word or very close to it:
"Competition has been shown to be useful up to a certain point and no further, but cooperation, which is the thing we must strive for today, begins where competition leaves off." She told me it was Franklin D. Roosevelt, and that is was the quote of the week at school. I find this...impressive.

*She also made a very silly, funny pun. She had been kind of worried/horrified that I was fasting for Yom Kippur. I tried to explain to her about religious fasts, and how it isn't a punishment, but more just a way to turn your concentration inward (in this case, while asking for forgiveness). I talked about how there are much more serious religious fasts in other faiths. We talked about Ramadan, which she had heard of, and how it goes on for a whole month, and ends with the celebration of Eid (Eid-ul-Fitr).
CHILD: Of course it ends with EAT. I mean, after a whole month of daytime fasting, you've got a lot of calories to make up!

*On a less happy note, she's lost her vocabulary book from school...and of course the book isn't available locally and has to be mail ordered. She has only been back at school for 3 weeks! She was so sad.

*My school hosted the sociologist Michael Kimmel, a specialist in gender studies, and perfect for my Gender, Literature, Culture class. But they hosted him on Yom Kippur, which made me sad. I offered my class extra credit if they could provide evidence they went to the talk, which would so obviously enhance their education, and almost every single student in the class went!!! Four of them got a group picture of them with Michael Kimmel! I'm so pleased with them.
 

Sagitta

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Thursday:
10:30 to noon - Kinship group
noon to 1pm - internet stuff
1pm to 2:45pm - bought chips on sale, sold netbook, dropped off ex-housemate's male, and walked for about 20 min
2:45pm-5:15 - running game time with kids at local library from 3-5pm
5:30-9pm work
9pm bought whole chicken to roast and some other groceries
home - said hi to mom, cleared things up and bed
 
Thursday:
Set out for a timed 1.5 mile run before work, take a wrong turning and end up with a timed 1.4 mile run instead. *lol* Plan to go out again tomorrow and get it right this time.
Fail to allow enough time to get ready and end up rushing out of the house, unshaven, in order to catch a bus into town. Buses turn out to be running late, so I arrive at the bus station resigned to the fact that I'll have missed my connection. Fortunately, THAT bus is late as well. Make it to work in tons of time.
Am driven mad at work by two people who think holding a whispered conversation when there's somebody else in the office is OK. Resist the temptation to get up and slap them both. Settle for typing as loudly as possible instead.
Leave work angry and much in need of my dancing lesson. Realise on the way that I left my shoes at home in all the fluster; fortunately, DP hasn't left the house yet and brings them with her. Have a good lesson, adding a new bit onto our tango. Feel much better.
Accidentally get on the wrong bus back from dancing and, to cut a long story short, don't get home until nine o'clock. Very late dinner. The sooner I get another car, the better.

Friday:
Decide against another run after the late night - it can wait 'til Sunday.
Less whispering at work today, although I am bombarded with questions by a new database user, most of which she could have answered herself if she'd used her brain. Decide I need to write an idiot's guide to the database and find a pigeon to test it on.
Go out for a meal with the rugby team after work - nice Chinese food. :) Finish up in the local students' union's LGBT club night and dance a bit. Wish I knew how to dance in a disco context. Wave my arms about and shuffle my feet. Manage not to knock anybody over in the process. Probably a success.
 
Thursday:
Set out for a timed 1.5 mile run before work, take a wrong turning and end up with a timed 1.4 mile run instead. *lol* Plan to go out again tomorrow and get it right this time.
Fail to allow enough time to get ready and end up rushing out of the house, unshaven, in order to catch a bus into town. Buses turn out to be running late, so I arrive at the bus station resigned to the fact that I'll have missed my connection. Fortunately, THAT bus is late as well. Make it to work in tons of time.
Am driven mad at work by two people who think holding a whispered conversation when there's somebody else in the office is OK. Resist the temptation to get up and slap them both. Settle for typing as loudly as possible instead.
Leave work angry and much in need of my dancing lesson. Realise on the way that I left my shoes at home in all the fluster; fortunately, DP hasn't left the house yet and brings them with her. Have a good lesson, adding a new bit onto our tango. Feel much better.
Accidentally get on the wrong bus back from dancing and, to cut a long story short, don't get home until nine o'clock. Very late dinner. The sooner I get another car, the better.

Friday:
Decide against another run after the late night - it can wait 'til Sunday.
Less whispering at work today, although I am bombarded with questions by a new database user, most of which she could have answered herself if she'd used her brain. Decide I need to write an idiot's guide to the database and find a pigeon to test it on.
Go out for a meal with the rugby team after work - nice Chinese food. :) Finish up in the local students' union's LGBT club night and dance a bit. Wish I knew how to dance in a disco context. Wave my arms about and shuffle my feet. Manage not to knock anybody over in the process. Probably a success.
 

j_alexandra

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I would simultaneously like to say "Congratulations" and (((Hugs))).

. And every time you feel blue, remember that you are not the sole driver on a road trip to Arkansas, either literally or metaphorically.

(((HUGS))) again.
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.
 

j_alexandra

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"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

Sunday:

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

Monday:
Fly home
Arrive, unpack, change, go to Lesson
Sort out several car issues
Group class
Home; crash
 

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