In which the discourse covers a variety of topics
So.
It's Sunday, and I'm at school, not really working.
What else is new?We're going to Flagstaff this week to present at the SILS conference.
Due to the nature of schedules, I'll be riding with Dee and E...if I don't decide to take off by myself, which while a fun notion, is kinda unlikely.
I had a preview of this ride last night, 'cause we had a Project meeting up at the Pueblo.
About an hour and 20 minutes of nigh-silence, both ways. There was maybe 100 words said during that entire time.
Suffice to say, I'll be bringing books. Or crossing my fingers that the new MP3 player will arrive by Wednesday, and I'll have time to load things on it. Like Audiobooks.
I've never been West of ABQ, though, so music + scenery + silence will probably actually work.
(The last time I did a long drive with Dee, it was eight hours to Tucson. I managed to talk his ear off for about three hours either way. I'm sure he's not jonesing for another three hour convo, and neither am I.)Things to do before I go to Flagstaff:
-buy novels (Lindskold! Chance! ...Chance always seems to go on trips with me...)
-do laundry and pack
-have surgery
...it's minor, to (hopefully!) finally correct that problem with my tooth. The dentist couldn't get to the infected root. The endodontist--who was very confident about his root canal abillities, let me say that--couldn't get to the infected root. So it's an apicoectomy for meI really need to stop giving time and energy to assholes.
Of course, first I need to stop being attracted to assholes...My Grandma Jen--my stepdad's mom--died not this past Thursday, but the Thursday before. I found out that Friday in, well, an interesting way.
I haven't said anything about it because I can't deal with it whole right now. She was 87, she'd had Alzheimer's for years...I'm not sure how she died, but given that no one's said anything, I assume it was natural...and she'd been deteriorating for a while. I know Mom and Stepdad wondered if she'd make it to last Christmas.
I have a tribute for her in mind, to put up tomorrow.
I haven't really said anything to anybody about this. The chat Grrlz know, Voo knows, E and Dee know by circumstance, work knows 'cause I called off last Monday...but the circle of people I've actually said something to is rather small. As I said, I can't process this as a whole, only in pieces--I literally do not have the time--and LJ is a place where I tend to look things full in the face.
Please leave no condolences. Please.There's grading calling my name. Kinda softly, can barely be heard over the music...but I do need to give into to its siren song.
It's Sunday, and I'm at school, not really working.
What else is new?We're going to Flagstaff this week to present at the SILS conference.
Due to the nature of schedules, I'll be riding with Dee and E...if I don't decide to take off by myself, which while a fun notion, is kinda unlikely.
I had a preview of this ride last night, 'cause we had a Project meeting up at the Pueblo.
About an hour and 20 minutes of nigh-silence, both ways. There was maybe 100 words said during that entire time.
Suffice to say, I'll be bringing books. Or crossing my fingers that the new MP3 player will arrive by Wednesday, and I'll have time to load things on it. Like Audiobooks.
I've never been West of ABQ, though, so music + scenery + silence will probably actually work.
(The last time I did a long drive with Dee, it was eight hours to Tucson. I managed to talk his ear off for about three hours either way. I'm sure he's not jonesing for another three hour convo, and neither am I.)Things to do before I go to Flagstaff:
-buy novels (Lindskold! Chance! ...Chance always seems to go on trips with me...)
-do laundry and pack
-have surgery
...it's minor, to (hopefully!) finally correct that problem with my tooth. The dentist couldn't get to the infected root. The endodontist--who was very confident about his root canal abillities, let me say that--couldn't get to the infected root. So it's an apicoectomy for meI really need to stop giving time and energy to assholes.
Of course, first I need to stop being attracted to assholes...My Grandma Jen--my stepdad's mom--died not this past Thursday, but the Thursday before. I found out that Friday in, well, an interesting way.
I haven't said anything about it because I can't deal with it whole right now. She was 87, she'd had Alzheimer's for years...I'm not sure how she died, but given that no one's said anything, I assume it was natural...and she'd been deteriorating for a while. I know Mom and Stepdad wondered if she'd make it to last Christmas.
I have a tribute for her in mind, to put up tomorrow.
I haven't really said anything to anybody about this. The chat Grrlz know, Voo knows, E and Dee know by circumstance, work knows 'cause I called off last Monday...but the circle of people I've actually said something to is rather small. As I said, I can't process this as a whole, only in pieces--I literally do not have the time--and LJ is a place where I tend to look things full in the face.
Please leave no condolences. Please.There's grading calling my name. Kinda softly, can barely be heard over the music...but I do need to give into to its siren song.