Updating
Since I have a second (barely), I'll type on here again. No, I haven't had much (or any) time to spend reading friends' lists for the last few weeks, but I'm going back soon and reading individuals' entries.
I've been spending the last six weeks in a panic, staying one day ahead of teaching my art class, and it's finally over. Tomorrow is the final for both of the classes, and then I have a little over a week to get the rest of this house packed up. It's gone well enough, and the college equivalent of my current one is considering hiring me to teach when I move up there, so I'll be adjusting (though not so severely) to teaching a different school (same subject - English) almost immediately.
We don't know if we'll get the house we're trying to rent, and I'm beginning to think we shouldn't. Amy found a link to lots of seriously negative reviews, and no positive ones. We might, if we're lucky, end up with a nice townhouse in the same area. We'll see how it all goes within another day or two. If the house AND the townhouse don't work, we're gonna be hustling to find a plan C, or living with Amy's parents until we can find somewhere, which will be tragic for things like Zoey's napping vs. those brain-damaged dogs. Or our cats vs. those brain-damaged dogs. And so on.
Dad's having trouble swallowing, post-surgery, and the doctors think he might need to go to a feeding tube. He'd eventually have to anyway, with the MD, but this might just have forced his hand, and he's actually leaning that way anyway. My sis thinks this is a bad thing, since he might see this as a defeat, and start the downhill slide, which he might. I'd like to say he's better than that, but I don't know.
I've re-chipped my chipped tooth, so I need a dentist visit before we move and don't have dental insurance. Stoopid teeth.
I caught three plagiarized final projects in art, and I'm disappointed, but I didn't really go heavily into what plagiarism is and is not, since it's not an English class. I'm still going to punish them, but it makes me feel sad, and a little guilty for not spelling it out more to begin with.
Tomorrow is finals. I'll give final grades to them, give my teacher manuals (student manuals, really) back to the college, go home, and watch the tot while Amy sleeps. Tomorrow night, I really want to sit back, drink several Mike's Hard Lemonades, and watch the debut of "Blade," the TV show. It should be more fun that way, after all.
It's been terribly stressful around here lately, what with the housing issues, but we're surviving. It's going to be rough, I know that.
I've been spending the last six weeks in a panic, staying one day ahead of teaching my art class, and it's finally over. Tomorrow is the final for both of the classes, and then I have a little over a week to get the rest of this house packed up. It's gone well enough, and the college equivalent of my current one is considering hiring me to teach when I move up there, so I'll be adjusting (though not so severely) to teaching a different school (same subject - English) almost immediately.
We don't know if we'll get the house we're trying to rent, and I'm beginning to think we shouldn't. Amy found a link to lots of seriously negative reviews, and no positive ones. We might, if we're lucky, end up with a nice townhouse in the same area. We'll see how it all goes within another day or two. If the house AND the townhouse don't work, we're gonna be hustling to find a plan C, or living with Amy's parents until we can find somewhere, which will be tragic for things like Zoey's napping vs. those brain-damaged dogs. Or our cats vs. those brain-damaged dogs. And so on.
Dad's having trouble swallowing, post-surgery, and the doctors think he might need to go to a feeding tube. He'd eventually have to anyway, with the MD, but this might just have forced his hand, and he's actually leaning that way anyway. My sis thinks this is a bad thing, since he might see this as a defeat, and start the downhill slide, which he might. I'd like to say he's better than that, but I don't know.
I've re-chipped my chipped tooth, so I need a dentist visit before we move and don't have dental insurance. Stoopid teeth.
I caught three plagiarized final projects in art, and I'm disappointed, but I didn't really go heavily into what plagiarism is and is not, since it's not an English class. I'm still going to punish them, but it makes me feel sad, and a little guilty for not spelling it out more to begin with.
Tomorrow is finals. I'll give final grades to them, give my teacher manuals (student manuals, really) back to the college, go home, and watch the tot while Amy sleeps. Tomorrow night, I really want to sit back, drink several Mike's Hard Lemonades, and watch the debut of "Blade," the TV show. It should be more fun that way, after all.
It's been terribly stressful around here lately, what with the housing issues, but we're surviving. It's going to be rough, I know that.