It hasn’t happened yet. The party isn’t until tonight.
Sometimes I think there’s something seriously wrong with me. I’m working on this story and one of my beta-readers pointed out that the main character really really should be asking where the monster came from. It came from space. It was literally thrown off its old planet because there were too many of them. Not banished. Thrown off. Bodily (and voluntarily).
I keep getting a couple of odd, itchy red bumps a day, and I am trying to think of an explanation other than bedbugs. They look like bites, not hives, not a rash, and there’s only a few of them a day.
I had something similar last year, and I really really want it not to be bedbugs.
I have been travelling all over this week so tonight on the way home from work I need to grocery shop as we haven’t in 3 weeks and mr ems kiddos are coming for spring break tomorrow. I also need to make up the beds (the sheets are clean as I did that last week) and also put towels and stuff out in the bathroom and wipe the tub down. Can’t have kiddos mother thinking I am a slob who doesn’t scrub the guest tub often enough. Even though I am. But the bi-atch doesn’t need to know that
mr ems will be home really late so that he doesn’t have to work tomorrow.
I have one more thing that I need to do before I can leave for the day. So must focus!
The bad news is that I ran out of time and didn’t finish my midterm.
The good news is that I’m happy with how I did on the stuff I finished (I think I finished about 130 points out of 150 points).
My goal now is to do no school stuff at all until Monday. I will spend tomorrow making clicker lanyards for my trainer to sell since she has actually managed to sell all the ones I gave her in the fall. Sunday will be a lazy day, maybe we’ll go to OSV for Maple Days. Tonight is junk food and Netflix. (seriously on the junk food. Dinner was cold spaghettios from the can and cold vienna sausages - also from the can).
My medication is starting to work again. Know how I can tell? My glands hurt, my calves have minor charley horsies, my fingers are tingling, and my feet keep falling asleep. Oh, and the headache is manageable.
I discovered today that I can get a 23 oz can of Arizona tea for .99, which is really nice since I can’t drink soda any more and there are some days when water and milk just don’t cut it.
My poor sweetie got home a little before 7, and we went to Bert’s for a burger. Now we’re home and I’m about to assume the knit position. I foresee an early bedtime today…
Congo—keep up on the orange juice and bananas, kinda sounds like you are low on potassium. CVS is doing a buy one get one on the Arizona teas this week, FYI. Congrats on the PTK stuff–I got inducted yesterday. A 3.8 GPA is not easy!
It’s been a long week. Not necessarily bad, but long.
The upshot of it all was Dad’s doctor appointment on Thursday, when the doctor told him that he couldn’t drive anymore.
I thought I’d be relieved, and I am, but I’m also very sad. I worried that Dad would go into complete denial, refuse to comply, and go driving without a license or insurance. Instead, he seems defeated, and he’s been talking about being old, about dying some day, and so forth.
I wish . . . I wish he had more. I wish instead of drinking and pretending to write on his computer, he’d gotten out and made social ties. I wish he’d gone back to church, any church, without hating the people who run it. I wish he tried new things. I wish he’d gotten a hobby and stuck with it. I wish he wasn’t so lonely, and I wish he’d let me or someone or anyone help him.
{{{Kanga}}} - it’s sad about your dad, but you know you couldn’t have done anything about it. He chose to do what he does for whatever reasons, and you couldn’t have changed that. And you know that not driving is the best thing for him, the family, and the rest of the local population. You know this all, altho it doesn’t make it any easier. Hang in there…
Looks like we need to put a motion-detecting light in the laundry room since *someone *in this household keeps forgetting to turn the light off when he leaves the room. The laundry is right under the master bath, and there’s a sliver of a gap around the heat register in the floor, so when it’s dark and I go into the bathroom, I can see the downstairs light. I get tired of reminding said someone to turn off the freekin’ lights!
Don’t forget to change your clocks tonight if you’re in a state that does that.
When **FCD **gets up, I’ll get him to take me to breakfast, then our day can begin. I see a couple of loads of laundry in my future. But I’m not sure if I see him going to PA next week - the software problem at work may delay his trip. We shall see.
WAKE UP MUMPERS!!! You’re wasting a perfectly good Saturday!!
We went to Cracker Barrel for breakfast and had the worst service ever. It took almost 10 minutes before a server even came to our table, another 10 before we go our drinks, and at least 20 till our food came out. And she got my order wrong, and the bread was almost burnt. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t tip, and I mentioned the awful service on our way out, but I doubt that anything will change. It’s one of the most inconsistent restaurants around here.
First load of laundry started, kitchen tidied, cat box cleaned, basement stairs swept. I should break out the vacuum cleaner… eventually…
You know, **FCM, **when you mentioned it was time to change the clocks back, I was momentarily confused. I was confused because none of the local news sites mentioned it and they usually put up reminders. So, to be sure, I Googled it and, yup you’re right.
I hate turning the clock back an hour. It takes me a week to adjust to that.
We’re going to take our son to lunch today, and then, assuming they don’t have plans, we’re going to take him up with us to Renton to visit our daughter and her boyfriend.
I’m still feeling yucky and my cough seems worse today, so I’m not sure going to see my daughter is such a good idea. We’ll see how it goes after I’ve been upright for a few hours.
Coming to life. It will be a domestic weekend for me and I am happy about it.
The little house I moved into has a front bedroom, small living room, kitchen, bathroom, attic storage and tiny basement with washer & dryer. Right now the front bedroom is packed with what little I have left. This weekend I want to wade in and organize it all.
Pouka I am sorry your dad’s reaction made you feel the way it did, but from my angle it’s probably as good as it can get right now. He didn’t react violently, or overreact. During this time while his situation sinks in to him the chances that he might humanize more are greater than you think.
I tend to be a strategic thinker, and one of the biggest things I advocate is what I refer to as “Journey View.” What does any given moment along a journey look like while you are there?
Your dad is not where you want him to be but that is okay - it takes time for people to travel from one place to another in their lives. So when considering this it is helpful to think of what a situation would look like while in transit, what is the Journey View at this time?
If your dad is mournful and believing he is at an end, that is likely a necessary step in his journey before a state of calm and acceptance. Or perhaps not. But certainly he is not where he is going to end up right now so this is the time to keep bumping the steering wheel down the right roads to get him there. What you do know is the car is moving and you are going to end up somewhere else. Now is the time of your opportunity.
:smack: Ack. That’s what I meant to type; that’s why the adjustment is so hard for me.
phouka, I’m sorry about your Dad. I hope he can come to terms with it eventually. I’m sorry for you too. I hope he doesn’t start taking that out on you too.
