State of the Union
Tonight I'm going over to school to take my math placement test; that's the last hoop to jump through before I register for classes. I'm really eager to get that out of the way!
Mama came over for dinner last night, and we had Show & Tell with knitting projects for a bit. Not only did she not stay long, which is typical for my mother -- as soon as she was done eating the Chinese take-out that she brought with her, she got up from the table and said she was leaving! She'd been there less than 30 minutes at that point, I think. I got her to stay for about another 20 minutes with chit-chat -- including an episode where each of us nearly peed ourselves for laughing so hard over something! I noticed that my mother brought over a bag of marshmallows for us. They're special marshmallows, shaped appropriately to place inside of a S'more. "I thought I remembered you telling me that you like S'mores," she said.
I furrowed my brows, and answered, "Well, um, maybe sometime in the past 40 years I might have said that." Since we certainly haven't discussed the topic within recent memory!
My mother and I got just nearly peeing ourselves, as I said, doubled over and laughing intensely about our weird family quirks, and kindly making fun of my mother for her weird marshmallow purchase! Ah, good times. The apple certainly does not fall far from the tree!
Unfortunately, Ian was up all night ill later. I don't know whether it was the Chinese food since I feel fine and my mother has not mentioned that she's ill. Ian was certainly down for the count, however. Poor boo! He was still awake at 6:15 am when I woke (early). He says he's feeling better now, but is understandably exhausted since he made it a point to wake at 10:30 or something so he wouldn't be totally thrown off his sleep groove.
I'm reading a somewhat interesting non-fiction book which I picked up on a whim at the library last weekend. I'm reading Bill O'Hanlon's, Do One Thing Different: Ten Simple Ways to Change Your Life. It's about breaking pattern behaviors. The first couple of chapters had some interesting food for thought... but then it's kind of lost my interest. Frankly, the author is kind of a dick! I guess I can appreciate that he's going for the tough love approach, and at times I agree with him a little bit. I think our times are filled with encouragement to endlessly navel gaze instead of take action and DO something about whatever is bothering us. On the other hand, he's a dick. I think the part of the book that I've enjoyed most thus far is the simple message to examine the pattern behaviors that produce positive results, and try to reproduce those. If you don't go all cargo cult with it, that could have some very good results.
Elsewhere: I was able to pick up my new prescription glasses and sunglasses today, yay! I like to start on a prescription first thing when I wake up; I find my eyes adjust more easily that way. I look forward to trying those out tomorrow -- especially the sunglasses. Mine broke irreparably about two months ago, and I'm wicked light-sensitive, so I have definitely been feeling their absence!
It's quite possibly that lay-offs have begun quietly, one person at a time, here at my company. I feel as secure as I may that my job is not in danger. It's still sad and weird, and I wonder how much farther we have to go before it's over.
And that's about all you can do with shrimp.
Trace
Mama came over for dinner last night, and we had Show & Tell with knitting projects for a bit. Not only did she not stay long, which is typical for my mother -- as soon as she was done eating the Chinese take-out that she brought with her, she got up from the table and said she was leaving! She'd been there less than 30 minutes at that point, I think. I got her to stay for about another 20 minutes with chit-chat -- including an episode where each of us nearly peed ourselves for laughing so hard over something! I noticed that my mother brought over a bag of marshmallows for us. They're special marshmallows, shaped appropriately to place inside of a S'more. "I thought I remembered you telling me that you like S'mores," she said.
I furrowed my brows, and answered, "Well, um, maybe sometime in the past 40 years I might have said that." Since we certainly haven't discussed the topic within recent memory!
My mother and I got just nearly peeing ourselves, as I said, doubled over and laughing intensely about our weird family quirks, and kindly making fun of my mother for her weird marshmallow purchase! Ah, good times. The apple certainly does not fall far from the tree!
Unfortunately, Ian was up all night ill later. I don't know whether it was the Chinese food since I feel fine and my mother has not mentioned that she's ill. Ian was certainly down for the count, however. Poor boo! He was still awake at 6:15 am when I woke (early). He says he's feeling better now, but is understandably exhausted since he made it a point to wake at 10:30 or something so he wouldn't be totally thrown off his sleep groove.
I'm reading a somewhat interesting non-fiction book which I picked up on a whim at the library last weekend. I'm reading Bill O'Hanlon's, Do One Thing Different: Ten Simple Ways to Change Your Life. It's about breaking pattern behaviors. The first couple of chapters had some interesting food for thought... but then it's kind of lost my interest. Frankly, the author is kind of a dick! I guess I can appreciate that he's going for the tough love approach, and at times I agree with him a little bit. I think our times are filled with encouragement to endlessly navel gaze instead of take action and DO something about whatever is bothering us. On the other hand, he's a dick. I think the part of the book that I've enjoyed most thus far is the simple message to examine the pattern behaviors that produce positive results, and try to reproduce those. If you don't go all cargo cult with it, that could have some very good results.
Elsewhere: I was able to pick up my new prescription glasses and sunglasses today, yay! I like to start on a prescription first thing when I wake up; I find my eyes adjust more easily that way. I look forward to trying those out tomorrow -- especially the sunglasses. Mine broke irreparably about two months ago, and I'm wicked light-sensitive, so I have definitely been feeling their absence!
It's quite possibly that lay-offs have begun quietly, one person at a time, here at my company. I feel as secure as I may that my job is not in danger. It's still sad and weird, and I wonder how much farther we have to go before it's over.
And that's about all you can do with shrimp.
Trace