Tuesday, May 29, 2018
Sunday, May 27, 2018
Fast forward to this morning, when I suddenly realise that when we came home last night I utterly forgot to open my window. So much for skipping first grade, being in a gifted and talented programme, and doing so well in school. None of that matters if you can't get outside your own head long enough to process sensory evidence and open up a freaking window when you're hot. :)
Saturday, May 26, 2018
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
I'm not sure if you can see them well, as this picture was taken several feet away so as not to disturb them, then cropped, but I hope you can. Anyway, they made my day. And the other day she was sitting on her nest despite a lot of wind. Here's to continued well-being.
Sunday, May 20, 2018
Saturday, May 19, 2018
Had a bit of a scare yesterday as the lower part of my face and jaw went numb on the drive from work. I couldn't smile properly, but it was on both sides, not just on one like a stroke. Fortunately my roommate used to work in orthopaedics/neurology in a hospital years ago. He checked my pupils, grip, etc. We finally decided that it was a pinched nerve in my neck, as I'd been jostled badly while on the shuttle when it hit a bump in the road. It hurt all along my spine, and my neck has been bothering me lately anyway. I feel fine today, didn't need to go to the ER or anything, thankfully, but man, that was a very troubling hour or so, and it wasn't back to normal till later that night.
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Bad news: The man, who is 50 years old, did something that just made me facepalm. Instead of tearing the perforated counter cheque off like a normal person, he cut it out around the middle so that there is my name, his signature, and the amount, but no routing number, account number, or even a cheque number. Basically, it is a useless piece of paper. He did the same for someone else I know. And probably all the ones he sent out for bills. When he was told that this does not work, he was surprised and then the true horror of what he had done dawned on him. I am considering framing the otherwise weird little slip of paper for future cackling. Hopefully, he will send a real cheque when he gets the ones he ordered.
Sunday, May 13, 2018
I awoke to birds chirping and plenty of sunshine coming through my windows. I've had a shower and am in the minimum acceptable clothes (denim shorts and a light blouse I usually wear a tank top under but I'm choosing to forego that today, as there are solid panels in all the important places).
As my agenda states, I have a full day planned. I want to get my hair cut; it's atrocious and it's been more than six months. I'm thinking of a short layered bob. Also, a friend who is homebound right now with cancer asked me to pick out a hanging basket of petunias for his mom yesterday for Mother's Day, so I did so and will deliver it when they're up and ready, around noon.
There's the normal Sunday chores to do, laundry (mine and YKIWA's, and that includes his bedding), and helping him apply for a part-time job at the public library and applying for two jobs at the University of Kentucky for me. One of them was the one, reposted, that I terribly flubbed the phone interview on last year. I'm hoping they'll give me another chance. I'd tried to do it on my lunch break surrounded by distractions, and it didn't go well. But it is in my field of health science librarianship, I would do a good job, and I'm very qualified. I'm just terrified of interviews, at least ones that are by committee. I do fine one-on-one, and can teach one-on-one, in small groups, and larger ones. But being grilled by 3-5 people, whether on the phone or in person, flummoxes me. This is ultimately why I didn't finish my graduate studies in ancient, mediaeval, and early modern history. Thank goodness the library science master's degree didn't require an oral defence. But I am going to apply again anyway. The other one I may get dinged on because I haven't been in an academic library setting in some time, and while I was trained by the best for the job, I don't have a lot of professional-level experience in aspects of it. Again, I can do the job, and I think I would be good at it, but it would mean changing things back to what I trained for rather than what I've been doing for 20 years. But I'm up for it.
Okay, the cat boxes aren't going to clean themselves. One more review of the timeline/agenda, and I'm ready to go. Have a great day, including a great Mother's Day (I'm a little sad this year, as I have neither mother nor grandmother to give flowers to and spend time with). So I'll try to use this opportunity to get some things accomplished.
This is the fourth time this one has bloomed since I've had it. IT's a regular trooper. The blooms are actually a little small, but quite lovely. I have another sending out a shoot right now, as well.
1630 Go to Kroger for bread yeast. -- Put off until tomorrow.
1700 Start bread maker. -- Put off until tomorrow.
UPDATE: I also unpacked the exercise equipment, blew up the balance ball, and put things away. The cat is enjoying the box, so I haven't recycled it yet. I brought in my microwave from storage as well since the one we're using is perhaps on its last legs, but then it's way over 30 years old. Mine is only 26. :)
My job applications aren't due for a couple of weeks to a month, so I'm going to work on those tomorrow. I'm still working on the laundry, actually. I've done all his clothes, my clothes (and I put all of mine away from last week and today), and I'm about halfway through his bedding. So it'll probably be a later night than 10 pm. Also, the bread I made yesterday came out better than I thought--it had a huge air bubble in the bottom, but not in the top half so I can wait for the yeast and the new loaf.
Of concern is the heat. Tomorrow in addition to the yeast, I am going to stop by the storage unit and get my fans, something I should have done today, but he is almost never really hot. But he was today, and the dogs certainly were--we can put the fans in the living room and that should help, as it's the only room other than the bathroom without a ceiling fan.
Okay, either the washer or dryer just buzzed, so I should go check on the bedding. Have a good night if I don't write more.
Sunday, May 06, 2018
We didn't wind up playing the game. We did go to the Indian restaurant Masala, over in Beaumont, to celebrate a belated birthday for me and something else that is a bit private, but let's say was a long time coming (really, and that's why the celebration was belated) but represents a very, very good turning point in one of our lives.
We stopped by our friend's house to say hello (Brenda had not seen him in quite a while), and then came back to play the game, but we wound up watching Batman: Gotham by Gaslight instead, which we have out from Netflix. It was fun.
I'm working on laundry. I've almost finished YKWIA's, and I have started on mine. I don't think I'll get to the bedclothes today after all. But I did the cat boxes, took out all the trash and recyclables, and cleaned the bathroom. We knew it was going to rain later, so I didn't touch the tile, as it was just going to get muddy tonight.
It is so humid! YKWIA opened a couple of windows in the living room/study, but while there's a breeze it's not really making it in here, although the cat, satiated from his meal, is happily watching out the window. I'm sweating and considering going into my room/the library to put the ceiling fans on. I've had quite a bit of caffeine today, so I'm not really sleepy or anything, just hot.
Okay, I should go check the dryer. Have a good night. I may write more, but for now I'm signing off.
Him: 'It's 8:30, and you're not at work!'
Me: 'It's Sunday.'
Me: 'It's Sunday. We're going to eat Indian food later.'
Him: 'Oh, that's right. I thought that it was Monday.'
Saturday, May 05, 2018
Who knew Wil Wheaton and I shared so many similarities? He's just a little better at describing everyday life with depression and anxiety disorders than I am. I'm going to take a page from his book and start writing that I live with mental illness, but it does not define me. I live with bipolar disorder, social anxiety, generalised anxiety disorder, obsessive-compulsive disorder, hoarding syndrome, driving anxiety, among other things. I am afraid almost every moment of my life. It's crippling at times, but I still get up and go to work each day and take one step at a time. I take a good blend of medication -- a mood stabilizer and atypical antipsychotic (I'm not psychotic, but it works for other things, and you shouldn't give someone worth bipolar disorder SSRI antidepressants, as they can trigger mania), and an anti-anxiety medication. That helps immensely. Therapy has helped, too. But I will never be cured. I know that ust like I live with chronic diabetes that can be managed, but never really completely cured, no matter what some people claim in diet books. It's another type of illness, just an imbalance in my brain chemistry rather than the hormone imbalance behind diabetes. It's nothing to be ashamed or stigmatised by, although it often is. So I'm writing about this now. I live with mental illness every day. It is a constant companion questioning my every move. But I'm ultimately the one on the driver's seat. It is my life. I struggle, but I choose to live as fully as possible
Friday, May 04, 2018
The Muslim woman was doing nothing wrong, didn't deserve to have some whackadoo harassing her, and the kids were something like two. Dad came back out and starting pumping and I'd finished, so I left. But I feel bad that for a moment or two that mother was probably quite worried for herself and her children, and no one should have to worry that a small thing like that could escalate beyond that. She kind of laid low and tried to ignore it, and I guess that worked. But my point is, she shouldn't have had to deal with the other woman's overblown sense of entitlement in the first place.