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Phew, yesterday was tough. Some seven or eight hours spent creating a quiz on a topic about which I have little prior knowledge and pretty much no interest, all in multiple choice format. Stuck at home all day because of the quiz, didn't get out, didn't get as much housework done as I'd wanted, didn't get the groceries done... But oh, well.
This afternoon my school finishes its final performance of the opera workshop. I'm playing in the pit (I play cello), and though it's been a really fun project, despite not getting paid or even school credit for it, I think I'll miss it. They brought in an outside person to direct the music, and he's been wonderful. Very professional, very nice. Takes everyone at face value, doesn't assume anything about a person's musical abilities. Hopefully I can stay in contact with him in the future, because he's well-known in his own city.
I begin my qualifying exams on Tuesday. Seven days, three essays, 45 pages total. I estimated how long things would take me -- I've become an ardent user of Toodledo! -- and it's going to be a 70-80 hour week, Tuesday to Tuesday. And I can't just stay at home; I have some appointments Wednesday afternoon I *must* keep (and want to keep; one is physical therapy, which usually involves some ultrasound on my shoulder and a wonderful neck massage!, and the other is cello class, which will give me a chance to play some repertoire I've been working on this quarter). But mostly I will be at home.
My husband's going to stay with his brother for a few weeks, to stay out of my hair, which will be nice. I love him a lot, and things have been really great for him in the past couple days because Friday night he actually had a recording gig! There was another concert on campus that needed to be recorded, and the school's usual guy was, of course, stuck recording the opera. So David (hubby) got the gig, though he probably won't get paid since we, like all schools, are strapped for cash. But he was so happy to feel useful, to have people coming up and thanking him for doing the recording. And it came out SO well! But he's leaving tomorrow morning on the train -- his brother is about 400 miles north of us -- and I'll have all of Monday to tidy the apartment and get my shite in order before starting my essays on Tuesday. And then, when the quarter ends in early March, I'll drive up there myself to pick him up. My mother lives in the same area, so I can see her, as well.
I've been working on and off with a therapist at school on my general problems, what she calls "situational depression." That just means, in my lingo, that I'm touchy and unstable. o.O It's been a bit upsetting to discover how I ramble on about David and his problems during my sessions, which means she thinks that the only real solution to my unhappiness is to get a divorce, which I really don't want to do. Yes, when he's depressed it depresses me and makes home life pretty godawful, but when he's in a good mood, like the last couple days, it's been simply wonderful! We worked at home together yesterday, and this morning went out for a Valentine's breakfast. When we swung by the storage locker to pick up his suitcase, it was all fumbly hasty kisses in the elevator and dark corridors and stuff, like teenagers. How do I explain to the therapist that while David is most certainly the biggest source of stress in my life, he's also the biggest potential source of happiness?
Well, time to go play the final matinee performance of the opera!
Next task on LJ: start adding tags. My last journal (which has well over 1,000 entries) was begun before tagging came out, and though I started re-tagging, it was inconsistent, so with this new journal I'm going to try to start it out right, and keep track of my methodology!
This afternoon my school finishes its final performance of the opera workshop. I'm playing in the pit (I play cello), and though it's been a really fun project, despite not getting paid or even school credit for it, I think I'll miss it. They brought in an outside person to direct the music, and he's been wonderful. Very professional, very nice. Takes everyone at face value, doesn't assume anything about a person's musical abilities. Hopefully I can stay in contact with him in the future, because he's well-known in his own city.
I begin my qualifying exams on Tuesday. Seven days, three essays, 45 pages total. I estimated how long things would take me -- I've become an ardent user of Toodledo! -- and it's going to be a 70-80 hour week, Tuesday to Tuesday. And I can't just stay at home; I have some appointments Wednesday afternoon I *must* keep (and want to keep; one is physical therapy, which usually involves some ultrasound on my shoulder and a wonderful neck massage!, and the other is cello class, which will give me a chance to play some repertoire I've been working on this quarter). But mostly I will be at home.
My husband's going to stay with his brother for a few weeks, to stay out of my hair, which will be nice. I love him a lot, and things have been really great for him in the past couple days because Friday night he actually had a recording gig! There was another concert on campus that needed to be recorded, and the school's usual guy was, of course, stuck recording the opera. So David (hubby) got the gig, though he probably won't get paid since we, like all schools, are strapped for cash. But he was so happy to feel useful, to have people coming up and thanking him for doing the recording. And it came out SO well! But he's leaving tomorrow morning on the train -- his brother is about 400 miles north of us -- and I'll have all of Monday to tidy the apartment and get my shite in order before starting my essays on Tuesday. And then, when the quarter ends in early March, I'll drive up there myself to pick him up. My mother lives in the same area, so I can see her, as well.
I've been working on and off with a therapist at school on my general problems, what she calls "situational depression." That just means, in my lingo, that I'm touchy and unstable. o.O It's been a bit upsetting to discover how I ramble on about David and his problems during my sessions, which means she thinks that the only real solution to my unhappiness is to get a divorce, which I really don't want to do. Yes, when he's depressed it depresses me and makes home life pretty godawful, but when he's in a good mood, like the last couple days, it's been simply wonderful! We worked at home together yesterday, and this morning went out for a Valentine's breakfast. When we swung by the storage locker to pick up his suitcase, it was all fumbly hasty kisses in the elevator and dark corridors and stuff, like teenagers. How do I explain to the therapist that while David is most certainly the biggest source of stress in my life, he's also the biggest potential source of happiness?
Well, time to go play the final matinee performance of the opera!
Next task on LJ: start adding tags. My last journal (which has well over 1,000 entries) was begun before tagging came out, and though I started re-tagging, it was inconsistent, so with this new journal I'm going to try to start it out right, and keep track of my methodology!