Today was more about personal independence than country for me....
I spent the day catching up on a very long, long list of things I've put off during the last three weeks, or maybe month, while I got into my horrendous slump.
I've done everything but one and half things now (one writing this post, of which there are lists of things to write, and the half, waiting on an e-mail response to do more for it), but it started with everything. An everything which took my whole day and included but was not limited to throwing away my broken tent, putting away my spare, my camping gear, my laundry and my dishes, going through the mail, making three different appoints, for travel, for my car to be looked at, for classes, finishing off promises I made to people and scavenger hunt pieces I've had planned but not processed into action. So much stuff was done today. No gaming, no breaks, no new homework looked at. Just getting everything in my physical world back to caught up with normal.
As I have touched the school thing, class is looking intensely interesting. My new teacher played music and burned incense throughout our entire class. He's relaxed, laid back, and one of our first four readings was the first page of Vladimir Nabokov's memoir. Needless to say I'm really hoping it continues to go off like a rocket. I'm disappointed Debbi didn't come to the class, but it is her choice. I think I've already got my first writing pieces figured out though I'm going to let it gestate until Sunday or Monday, so I can spend the weekend focused on other classes and my third comp. I'm very, very hopeful about this class though.
Remember how I said I was going to see my Dad for lunch today? He and I totally have different opinions of what those words mean. First we mixed up our assumptions somewhere, he thought I was meeting him at his house, I thought I was meeting him at the restaurant, two of places we checked were closed and that was just starting off.
I brought Kathleen's baby gifts for her second baby since he said we might pass by there if there was time. He sprung me on going to Mandi's without any notice. I got out of the car seriously thinking we were walking up to Kathleen's apartment and Mandi opened the door. And hugged me. And I stood there looking very confused for about five minutes while he talked to her and her daughter and really had no point to doing it except dragging me over there unaware. Which really was a very large not-plus in my book. Then there was lunch, after the two closed places, at a Cha Cho's I'd never been to. Then there was Kathleen's house and her friends house and back to her house. And when I realized it was four hours since I showed up for lunch I told them I need to go home for other plans.
The conversations therein of the day were not much better than the plans. Things like: him actually disagreeing with me for three minutes that bowel is spelled b-o-w-el and not bowl like in bowling, or stating that Babylon 5 isn't played on tv because it's a blue print for how to get rid of Bush. Or the grand kicker? That Mandi is the best child of prospects to come out of the four of Barbs kids. Mandi without a high school degree, who never finished half her high school home schooling, hasn't held a job for one day of her life, who got pregnant before getting married, is a stay at home mom and who manages her husbands money because she told him if he didn't let her she'd leave him and take his daughter from him.
I get how she's better off her next youngest sister the high school drop out with two kids, who's still chasing after the guy who got her pregnant twice, even though he's now gotten another girl pregnant, and has no idea how to become the teacher she wants to be while raising two kids and barely holding a job. But really? In comparison to say, the oldest boy who finished high school, moved out on his own, has held a steady job for two years, and is going to Iraq to work on helicopters and planes? Or the youngest girl, who just finished her SAT's and is headed to KU or U of KS, as the only kid of that whole family to do college, and is planning to be a veterinarian and not get pregnant before or without marriage like both of her sisters?
Really. Just really. And he kept saying it all day long.
I.......don't know. Just I don't. Parents are weird.
Getting to sit in Wendy's livingroom and hold Meagen (Kathleen's newest, by two weeks) though was amazing. She's so uber tiny and adorable and best of all, baby fever didn't kick into over drive. It was more like a phase of this is so cool and you are adorable and sometime in two or three years I could have one. Might inspire some fiction soon. Just because she was soft and tiny and made these little noises and mostly slept on me a lot.
But away from that.
Took a nap after I got back from Dad feeling all out of it. It was supposed to be thirty minutes, it turned out to be two and half hours.
Thank you to whoever gave me the anonymous daisy on my profile. I kind of have a guess who it is since only a very, very small handful of people know how much daisies mean to me. Thank you. Bunches and bunches and bunches. *hugs* It makes me smile everytime I open my profile page to link to anything or look over something.
I've done everything but one and half things now (one writing this post, of which there are lists of things to write, and the half, waiting on an e-mail response to do more for it), but it started with everything. An everything which took my whole day and included but was not limited to throwing away my broken tent, putting away my spare, my camping gear, my laundry and my dishes, going through the mail, making three different appoints, for travel, for my car to be looked at, for classes, finishing off promises I made to people and scavenger hunt pieces I've had planned but not processed into action. So much stuff was done today. No gaming, no breaks, no new homework looked at. Just getting everything in my physical world back to caught up with normal.
As I have touched the school thing, class is looking intensely interesting. My new teacher played music and burned incense throughout our entire class. He's relaxed, laid back, and one of our first four readings was the first page of Vladimir Nabokov's memoir. Needless to say I'm really hoping it continues to go off like a rocket. I'm disappointed Debbi didn't come to the class, but it is her choice. I think I've already got my first writing pieces figured out though I'm going to let it gestate until Sunday or Monday, so I can spend the weekend focused on other classes and my third comp. I'm very, very hopeful about this class though.
Remember how I said I was going to see my Dad for lunch today? He and I totally have different opinions of what those words mean. First we mixed up our assumptions somewhere, he thought I was meeting him at his house, I thought I was meeting him at the restaurant, two of places we checked were closed and that was just starting off.
I brought Kathleen's baby gifts for her second baby since he said we might pass by there if there was time. He sprung me on going to Mandi's without any notice. I got out of the car seriously thinking we were walking up to Kathleen's apartment and Mandi opened the door. And hugged me. And I stood there looking very confused for about five minutes while he talked to her and her daughter and really had no point to doing it except dragging me over there unaware. Which really was a very large not-plus in my book. Then there was lunch, after the two closed places, at a Cha Cho's I'd never been to. Then there was Kathleen's house and her friends house and back to her house. And when I realized it was four hours since I showed up for lunch I told them I need to go home for other plans.
The conversations therein of the day were not much better than the plans. Things like: him actually disagreeing with me for three minutes that bowel is spelled b-o-w-el and not bowl like in bowling, or stating that Babylon 5 isn't played on tv because it's a blue print for how to get rid of Bush. Or the grand kicker? That Mandi is the best child of prospects to come out of the four of Barbs kids. Mandi without a high school degree, who never finished half her high school home schooling, hasn't held a job for one day of her life, who got pregnant before getting married, is a stay at home mom and who manages her husbands money because she told him if he didn't let her she'd leave him and take his daughter from him.
I get how she's better off her next youngest sister the high school drop out with two kids, who's still chasing after the guy who got her pregnant twice, even though he's now gotten another girl pregnant, and has no idea how to become the teacher she wants to be while raising two kids and barely holding a job. But really? In comparison to say, the oldest boy who finished high school, moved out on his own, has held a steady job for two years, and is going to Iraq to work on helicopters and planes? Or the youngest girl, who just finished her SAT's and is headed to KU or U of KS, as the only kid of that whole family to do college, and is planning to be a veterinarian and not get pregnant before or without marriage like both of her sisters?
Really. Just really. And he kept saying it all day long.
I.......don't know. Just I don't. Parents are weird.
Getting to sit in Wendy's livingroom and hold Meagen (Kathleen's newest, by two weeks) though was amazing. She's so uber tiny and adorable and best of all, baby fever didn't kick into over drive. It was more like a phase of this is so cool and you are adorable and sometime in two or three years I could have one. Might inspire some fiction soon. Just because she was soft and tiny and made these little noises and mostly slept on me a lot.
But away from that.
Took a nap after I got back from Dad feeling all out of it. It was supposed to be thirty minutes, it turned out to be two and half hours.
Thank you to whoever gave me the anonymous daisy on my profile. I kind of have a guess who it is since only a very, very small handful of people know how much daisies mean to me. Thank you. Bunches and bunches and bunches. *hugs* It makes me smile everytime I open my profile page to link to anything or look over something.