post semester shock syndrome
I am still alive.
Exhausted, but alive.
The school term is over, except for the obsessive refreshing of the web advisor page where the grades will eventually be posted. I took my last exam (Business Math) on Thursday. Afterwards I stopped at Kroger for a Coke Zero, came home, and collapsed on the sofa with Whee Kelly Doll. (Cobie spend the afternoon elsewhere. More on that later.)
I spent yesterday in the pre-snow madhouse occasionally known as the grocery store. I didn't go because of the snow, precisely, but because this is my weekend to shop. I'm sure we could have made it until after the snow on what we had on hand, but I really just wanted to get it over with so I could spend today on by butt doing not a damn thing.
I hit two stores by myself, and then T-Moth came home and we did cleanup at the third, cleanup in this context meaning buying all the things I either forgot or couldn't find at the first two.
One of the things I found at one store was an old man lying on the ground, having slipped on ice. His wife was with him, trying to get him up, to no avail. I froze for a second, because all I could see was his feet, and they weren't moving. A lot of people also froze and were looking on, and then one woman started over, and seeing her in motion unfroze me (so thank you, woman) and I threw down my reusable bags (and the quarter for the cart, as it turned out) and went over too.
It was many many moons ago (about thirty years) since I worked in home care but the techniques for getting elderly up still work. And I was the one who knew to stick my foot in front of his feet so they wouldn't keep sliding. I was worried because I am the opposite of sure-footed on slick stuff, but sometimes being as big as I am is a blessing because it makes me solid and he was tiny. Sliding into me was about like sliding into a wall. And so the three of us--his wife, the first-in-motion lady, and I got him off the ground and a store employee brought a wheelchair cart. And he must not have been hurt too badly because he still wanted to do the shopping. Heck, he wanted to push the wheelchair cart instead of ride in it. I talked to him a little and he seemed alert and ok. He said he was, anyway. He was a sweetie, and his wife just kept going thank you, thank you, over and over. I imagine the whole thing scared the crap out of her.
So after T-Moth and I got home we ate, watched some sitcoms off the dvr, and he went to bed. I watched Walk the Line, which I pretty much liked. I think I might be turning into a Joaquin Phoenix fan even if I never quite dare attempt pronouncing his name. I think he will just be Merrill to me.
So far today I have made a big cleaning list and a master grocery list and eaten breakfast. I will probably not be only sitting on my butt, either. My plan for the fist week out of fall semester is to thoroughly clean one room per day. At this moment I am using LJ to OCAvoid choosing a room to start on.
Or maybe I will go get my sleeping bag and go hang out on the sofa and watch another movie off the dvr. I set a lot of things to record the last couple of weeks when I had next to no time to watch anything and was dreaming of unlimited TV time. Although, in addition to cleaning the house, I plan to finish a critique and teach myself Dreamweaver.
Oh, and the sleeping bag. I started spreading it over the bed because Oliver loves it, and loves the bed, but now he and Cobie are in a turf war over it. Whoever gets first possession of the bed/sleeping bag, I will not see that animal again. That's where Cobie was the other night, maintaining possession of the bed/sleeping bag. So I'm thinking if I bring the sleeping bag to the sofa with me, I will get at least one extra animal to cuddle with, and no animal will get both the bed and the bag. Sounds fair, harrumph harrumph.
Exhausted, but alive.
The school term is over, except for the obsessive refreshing of the web advisor page where the grades will eventually be posted. I took my last exam (Business Math) on Thursday. Afterwards I stopped at Kroger for a Coke Zero, came home, and collapsed on the sofa with Whee Kelly Doll. (Cobie spend the afternoon elsewhere. More on that later.)
I spent yesterday in the pre-snow madhouse occasionally known as the grocery store. I didn't go because of the snow, precisely, but because this is my weekend to shop. I'm sure we could have made it until after the snow on what we had on hand, but I really just wanted to get it over with so I could spend today on by butt doing not a damn thing.
I hit two stores by myself, and then T-Moth came home and we did cleanup at the third, cleanup in this context meaning buying all the things I either forgot or couldn't find at the first two.
One of the things I found at one store was an old man lying on the ground, having slipped on ice. His wife was with him, trying to get him up, to no avail. I froze for a second, because all I could see was his feet, and they weren't moving. A lot of people also froze and were looking on, and then one woman started over, and seeing her in motion unfroze me (so thank you, woman) and I threw down my reusable bags (and the quarter for the cart, as it turned out) and went over too.
It was many many moons ago (about thirty years) since I worked in home care but the techniques for getting elderly up still work. And I was the one who knew to stick my foot in front of his feet so they wouldn't keep sliding. I was worried because I am the opposite of sure-footed on slick stuff, but sometimes being as big as I am is a blessing because it makes me solid and he was tiny. Sliding into me was about like sliding into a wall. And so the three of us--his wife, the first-in-motion lady, and I got him off the ground and a store employee brought a wheelchair cart. And he must not have been hurt too badly because he still wanted to do the shopping. Heck, he wanted to push the wheelchair cart instead of ride in it. I talked to him a little and he seemed alert and ok. He said he was, anyway. He was a sweetie, and his wife just kept going thank you, thank you, over and over. I imagine the whole thing scared the crap out of her.
So after T-Moth and I got home we ate, watched some sitcoms off the dvr, and he went to bed. I watched Walk the Line, which I pretty much liked. I think I might be turning into a Joaquin Phoenix fan even if I never quite dare attempt pronouncing his name. I think he will just be Merrill to me.
So far today I have made a big cleaning list and a master grocery list and eaten breakfast. I will probably not be only sitting on my butt, either. My plan for the fist week out of fall semester is to thoroughly clean one room per day. At this moment I am using LJ to OCAvoid choosing a room to start on.
Or maybe I will go get my sleeping bag and go hang out on the sofa and watch another movie off the dvr. I set a lot of things to record the last couple of weeks when I had next to no time to watch anything and was dreaming of unlimited TV time. Although, in addition to cleaning the house, I plan to finish a critique and teach myself Dreamweaver.
Oh, and the sleeping bag. I started spreading it over the bed because Oliver loves it, and loves the bed, but now he and Cobie are in a turf war over it. Whoever gets first possession of the bed/sleeping bag, I will not see that animal again. That's where Cobie was the other night, maintaining possession of the bed/sleeping bag. So I'm thinking if I bring the sleeping bag to the sofa with me, I will get at least one extra animal to cuddle with, and no animal will get both the bed and the bag. Sounds fair, harrumph harrumph.