weekend+ in review
So, the editing of the research proposal didn't happen. He decided to do some re-writes, so I'm waiting for the new version. Instead, I got an email from another fellow wanting me to do edits for him. Unfortunately, I didn't see the email right away, and he'd wanted the edits done by Monday morning. He sent me a 'what they hey' text message yesterday afternoon, I did the work yesterday evening, double-checked it this morning, and then sent it off. His initiating email said he'd probably have more stuff for me to edit soon; we'll see if that comes through.
Dance festival attendance didn't happen. Ended up going to a cat adoption fair instead. Went shopping for cat stuff on Sunday. Tidied the house on Monday. Waited for the adoption folks to arrive. The meeting time came and went. An hour later, they emailed the Russian to say they'd changed their minds about letting us foster Clover. Because, although they'd liked the Russian well enough, I had seemed indifferent to the idea of getting a cat. Not true, but of course they don't know me so how could they tell? I was pissed, now I'm just disappointed.
The Russian picked up the tv and installed it in the living room yesterday. I'm ignoring it for the time being.
Hm... what else?
My supervisor gave notice that she's leaving the organization. She's the fifth person, at least, to leave the department since I got here. I don't like it when I start working someplace and suddenly the landscape shifts around me. I know that each person had their own reasons for taking their leave, but it still makes me feel unsettled, like the ship's sprung a leak and everyone's running for the lifeboats.
Uncle Dennis, my mom's half-brother and last remaining sibling, died last week. They weren't close; their mothers hadn't gotten along. My mom's father took a second wife because he wanted more sons. I think my grandmother helped pick the woman. They were friendly with each other in the marketplace, but they stopped getting along once the new wife was installed. In the end, my grandfather had one son with his second wife, and then his first wife, my grandmother, ended up giving him another son too. He didn't have any more children with the second wife, and I believe Uncle Dennis ended up being the least favored of his sons.
I didn't really know Uncle Dennis. I met him probably twice, both times many years ago--once when he came to America and once when I went to Nigeria. I liked him very much when I first met him. I remember he let me take photographs with his Kodak camera, and they came out all blurry because I couldn't keep my hands still for long enough. (Still can't, but now I know to rest the camera on a table or bring a tripod.) He was the first of my uncles that I'd met, so when my Uncle Lawrence came to visit and asked how I'd liked Dennis, I said that Uncle Dennis was my favorite uncle. Then, realizing my mistake, I added "But you're my best favorite Uncle."
Uncle Dennis had a stroke the same year that my mom did. But his death last week was due to prostate cancer. Mom had hoped he'd live longer. She wasn't interested in reconciling, but I guess his presence helped keep things more stable with the family in Nigeria. (She wonders what will happen now with her father's land. She's not sure any of his children are able to fill his shoes.) And also, I think she probably liked knowing that he was around.
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Dance festival attendance didn't happen. Ended up going to a cat adoption fair instead. Went shopping for cat stuff on Sunday. Tidied the house on Monday. Waited for the adoption folks to arrive. The meeting time came and went. An hour later, they emailed the Russian to say they'd changed their minds about letting us foster Clover. Because, although they'd liked the Russian well enough, I had seemed indifferent to the idea of getting a cat. Not true, but of course they don't know me so how could they tell? I was pissed, now I'm just disappointed.
The Russian picked up the tv and installed it in the living room yesterday. I'm ignoring it for the time being.
Hm... what else?
My supervisor gave notice that she's leaving the organization. She's the fifth person, at least, to leave the department since I got here. I don't like it when I start working someplace and suddenly the landscape shifts around me. I know that each person had their own reasons for taking their leave, but it still makes me feel unsettled, like the ship's sprung a leak and everyone's running for the lifeboats.
Uncle Dennis, my mom's half-brother and last remaining sibling, died last week. They weren't close; their mothers hadn't gotten along. My mom's father took a second wife because he wanted more sons. I think my grandmother helped pick the woman. They were friendly with each other in the marketplace, but they stopped getting along once the new wife was installed. In the end, my grandfather had one son with his second wife, and then his first wife, my grandmother, ended up giving him another son too. He didn't have any more children with the second wife, and I believe Uncle Dennis ended up being the least favored of his sons.
I didn't really know Uncle Dennis. I met him probably twice, both times many years ago--once when he came to America and once when I went to Nigeria. I liked him very much when I first met him. I remember he let me take photographs with his Kodak camera, and they came out all blurry because I couldn't keep my hands still for long enough. (Still can't, but now I know to rest the camera on a table or bring a tripod.) He was the first of my uncles that I'd met, so when my Uncle Lawrence came to visit and asked how I'd liked Dennis, I said that Uncle Dennis was my favorite uncle. Then, realizing my mistake, I added "But you're my best favorite Uncle."
Uncle Dennis had a stroke the same year that my mom did. But his death last week was due to prostate cancer. Mom had hoped he'd live longer. She wasn't interested in reconciling, but I guess his presence helped keep things more stable with the family in Nigeria. (She wonders what will happen now with her father's land. She's not sure any of his children are able to fill his shoes.) And also, I think she probably liked knowing that he was around.
This entry was originally posted at http://stuberyl.dreamwidth.org/307423.html. Feel free to comment here or there (but not everywhere).