The house is almost our own once more. It’s been a crazy hectic week, not least because of the northern invaders. My mom has been in hospital since before their arrival, so I’ve had to act the gracious hostess alongside my grandmum. It’s been an experience. One that I don’t care to repeat. Especially as I have not been able to have a decent night’s sleep since they arrived.
I think Didy is just as eager for our guests to leave. Here he is waiting for them to pack up their luggage.
It’s been a surprising week of change for me, so much so that I think I threw a few people’s expectations out of line when I gave them the news. I found a relationship where I wasn’t really looking, quit my teaching job to focus on finding myself a “real” job (ie. decent pay, normal hours), and finally started working on those statements and applications for the LIS programs that I looked into a while back. Seems like I’m going in a new direction and things are finally starting to come together in some semblance of order. Won’t get too cocky, but I think I’m going to make things work.
I have arrived at that stage where most of the girls I knew in high school are married and popping out kids by the dozen… and I’m not. And I don’t want to… so why do they make me feel like something is wrong with me?!
This has been quite a week… Classes started, so it was back to the stress of driving, planning, teaching (in that order… unless you know Miami traffic, you do not know how stressful it can truly be). Sometimes I think I took on more than I can actually manage this semester, but I’m persistent… I’ll make it work.
I also just realized what 92 pages worth of writing looks like–my thesis took on a life of its own at some point, this is much more than I ever planned to write.
I’ve had two days filled with mishaps and all sorts of would-be-funny-if-it-weren’t-happening-to-me moments. I take my own meals to school (now work) to avoid the lines and the expense. This usually works well, I need to have something on hand because all the food places on campus are a 30 minute walk away from where I am located, and I don’t have a real break, so I need to take advantage of any lulls. Yesterday, I was doing just that, so I went to the kitchen to heat up my dinner… and I dropped it. Not a drop could be saved.
So that was mishap #1. Mishap #2 occurred this afternoon and it was awful.
Before leaving for work, I noticed that a storm was brewing. I assumed I was heading away from the storm, but I was really heading right into it. In fact, the worst of it seemed to be located right where I was going. I could see all the lightning and I started doing that counting thing (you know, the one where you count the seconds between the spark and the sound to determine the distance of the storm). There was no pause between strikes, I was right in the middle of it. I was just trying to beat it, hoping to get into the Center before it strengthened. No such luck. I was trapped in my car for 20 minutes, near panicking with the lightning and the rain and the gales that kept shaking my terribly shaky little car, until I decided to risk it and make a dash across the parking lot. And landed in calf-high water when I stepped out. I was soaked. Wet wet wet. Soggy shoes, socks, and pants (not to mention the parts of me that my miniscule umbrella was unable to cover while I waded through the lake that was the parking lot). I was saved because the office was warm today. Wet and freezing would have been too much. I am sure I looked quite comical splashing and yelling (there were a number of “bloody hells” and perhaps a few “arrs” — I channel britcoms and pirate movies when peeved), but I was too wet to find the humor in it.