Does anyone even read this anymore?
It looks like I'm on a six month cycle. It could be worse? I suppose.
I'm not even sure what I have to write about today. I came feeling guilty that I haven't written in a while, especially in the face of friends who have been blogging away with a certain regularity. I feel like I have lost my way. I wanted to be a writer; I want to get a PhD. Instead, I juggle one set of situations and troubles until I can put something down, only to be handed another thing to replace it.
Let's play catch-up.
Since my last post: the "new" work hours have been working out pretty well. My son managed to pass all his classes, by the skin of his teeth, as they say. The baby is walking, growing and still inarticulate. Her mother spent the summer sleeping on my couch. My step dad got sent to Hawaii (I know, poor thing) by his job. I'm spending more time with my mother, doing little things around her house that are beyond her declining abilities. I was diagnosed with diabetes, but I am dubious because of some of the test results. For those of you familiar with the technicalities, I have an A1c that doesn't even place me in the pre-diabetic range but I'm going to the classes anyway. We spent last week on a pilgrimage to get her moved into her dorm. YES! My daughter is officially a college student. She had a couple of classes yesterday and is enjoying it so far. Cross your fingers.
Next challenge! My student loans are coming due so I have been looking for a full-time job. And a home cloning kit. I suppose I could just give up sleep altogether. Instead, I'll probably just give up all the things that are only important to me... reading for pleasure, creativity, exercise. Don't get me wrong. I like being needed. I like contributing. I enjoy working at the jobs I select for myself. I like having the ability to pay my debts. I just wish there was a way to do that and still have time to finish a blog entry. This one has taken me an hour over 2 days, so I'll call it done.
Keep your socks dry.
I'm not even sure what I have to write about today. I came feeling guilty that I haven't written in a while, especially in the face of friends who have been blogging away with a certain regularity. I feel like I have lost my way. I wanted to be a writer; I want to get a PhD. Instead, I juggle one set of situations and troubles until I can put something down, only to be handed another thing to replace it.
Let's play catch-up.
Since my last post: the "new" work hours have been working out pretty well. My son managed to pass all his classes, by the skin of his teeth, as they say. The baby is walking, growing and still inarticulate. Her mother spent the summer sleeping on my couch. My step dad got sent to Hawaii (I know, poor thing) by his job. I'm spending more time with my mother, doing little things around her house that are beyond her declining abilities. I was diagnosed with diabetes, but I am dubious because of some of the test results. For those of you familiar with the technicalities, I have an A1c that doesn't even place me in the pre-diabetic range but I'm going to the classes anyway. We spent last week on a pilgrimage to get her moved into her dorm. YES! My daughter is officially a college student. She had a couple of classes yesterday and is enjoying it so far. Cross your fingers.
Next challenge! My student loans are coming due so I have been looking for a full-time job. And a home cloning kit. I suppose I could just give up sleep altogether. Instead, I'll probably just give up all the things that are only important to me... reading for pleasure, creativity, exercise. Don't get me wrong. I like being needed. I like contributing. I enjoy working at the jobs I select for myself. I like having the ability to pay my debts. I just wish there was a way to do that and still have time to finish a blog entry. This one has taken me an hour over 2 days, so I'll call it done.
Keep your socks dry.