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So I've spent the morning job searching and applying again. Currently also cleaning the shower, getting ready to do a load of laundry, brought the orchid pot in off the porch to repot Mom's everblooming Dendrobium Green Elf into the much-needed larger space (pot has to warm up first), and am planning out a couple new necklaces for my jewelry sale blog.
Still sick. I can be up and move around without feeling like I'm gonna die now, though.
Got the rest of my essential books from Grandma's barn on Saturday, and they were by far worse than the ones Dan and I pulled Monday. Most of the covers and pages are a bit wavy and they've been drying all of Saturday and Sunday and now today. Felt sick when we laid them out and could run our hands through the centers and feel the moisture like damp paper towels. They'll be okay, but a bit wrinkly.
I have mostly befriended the stray orange Siamese-tabby cross that comes around. I was trying to keep him on speaking terms with me until I know if my friend Casey will take him as a pet and get him neutered, and so far still haven't heard anything. He's a beautiful (if thin) kitty. Gorgeous blue eyes traditional of the Siamese in him, and instead of dark points he's got orange tabby. Cassie and Levi tolerate him because they see me okay with him. The one they can't tolerate is the neighbors' black-and-white. That one comes around and fights with Levi. And I mean fights. They were knocking things over and screaming and rolling with teeth and claws and fur flying the other night, so I had to go out and separate them. Fortunately, both Levi and the black-and-white are cats who know humans and when I got involved the fight was immediately over. I could push them apart and neither attempted to bite or strike at the other or me. Levi grumbles at the orange Siamese, but other than that there are no problems.
Dan and I have been talking about a lot of things in the last few days. It ranges from simple stuff like word meanings (such as "bemused") and the right way to clean a mango or pomegranate, to details from previous relationships. We're trying to understand each other at deeper levels rather than the traditional relationship stuff you rattle off when asked how things are going or for information about your "other half." It also helps you figure stuff out about yourself, so it's been good.
He officially started teaching again today. He's arranged things so he gets his Fridays off. His boss also last-minute told him she wanted him to take another class for further certification: the same bloody day that was the last to sign up and pay for it...he was told by the registrar if he didn't pay that day for a $600 class (boss didn't tell him how much it cost, either!), he would be dropped from it. Not a very happy boy. Fortunately, it's online, so he doesn't have to try to fit it into his already-packed schedule.
We're going to the church's Man-to-Man kickoff tomorrow evening for dinner and a talk given by the pastor's foster parents. Our pastor had parents up through the start of college, then they died in a personal plane crash and this couple stepped in. Very neat people. Should be good. It's the only Men's group event over the span of the year they actively invite the women in the mens' lives to go. They throw a big dinner, with the talk afterward. I've gone the last three years, once with Dad since Mom was busy, and the other two with Dan.
We ate lunch with Mom, Dad, and my sister yesterday at 9 Irish Brothers after church and got to talking about how long we've been together. In June it'll be two years dating, and in August three years having known each other. They found it hard to believe; it feels both longer and shorter than that.
Well, better get going. Self-assigned work isn't going to do itself.
Still sick. I can be up and move around without feeling like I'm gonna die now, though.
Got the rest of my essential books from Grandma's barn on Saturday, and they were by far worse than the ones Dan and I pulled Monday. Most of the covers and pages are a bit wavy and they've been drying all of Saturday and Sunday and now today. Felt sick when we laid them out and could run our hands through the centers and feel the moisture like damp paper towels. They'll be okay, but a bit wrinkly.
I have mostly befriended the stray orange Siamese-tabby cross that comes around. I was trying to keep him on speaking terms with me until I know if my friend Casey will take him as a pet and get him neutered, and so far still haven't heard anything. He's a beautiful (if thin) kitty. Gorgeous blue eyes traditional of the Siamese in him, and instead of dark points he's got orange tabby. Cassie and Levi tolerate him because they see me okay with him. The one they can't tolerate is the neighbors' black-and-white. That one comes around and fights with Levi. And I mean fights. They were knocking things over and screaming and rolling with teeth and claws and fur flying the other night, so I had to go out and separate them. Fortunately, both Levi and the black-and-white are cats who know humans and when I got involved the fight was immediately over. I could push them apart and neither attempted to bite or strike at the other or me. Levi grumbles at the orange Siamese, but other than that there are no problems.
Dan and I have been talking about a lot of things in the last few days. It ranges from simple stuff like word meanings (such as "bemused") and the right way to clean a mango or pomegranate, to details from previous relationships. We're trying to understand each other at deeper levels rather than the traditional relationship stuff you rattle off when asked how things are going or for information about your "other half." It also helps you figure stuff out about yourself, so it's been good.
He officially started teaching again today. He's arranged things so he gets his Fridays off. His boss also last-minute told him she wanted him to take another class for further certification: the same bloody day that was the last to sign up and pay for it...he was told by the registrar if he didn't pay that day for a $600 class (boss didn't tell him how much it cost, either!), he would be dropped from it. Not a very happy boy. Fortunately, it's online, so he doesn't have to try to fit it into his already-packed schedule.
We're going to the church's Man-to-Man kickoff tomorrow evening for dinner and a talk given by the pastor's foster parents. Our pastor had parents up through the start of college, then they died in a personal plane crash and this couple stepped in. Very neat people. Should be good. It's the only Men's group event over the span of the year they actively invite the women in the mens' lives to go. They throw a big dinner, with the talk afterward. I've gone the last three years, once with Dad since Mom was busy, and the other two with Dan.
We ate lunch with Mom, Dad, and my sister yesterday at 9 Irish Brothers after church and got to talking about how long we've been together. In June it'll be two years dating, and in August three years having known each other. They found it hard to believe; it feels both longer and shorter than that.
Well, better get going. Self-assigned work isn't going to do itself.