Thursday, January 29, 2015

Wow.

What do you want to bet this will get swept under the rug, just like exposure to Agent Orange got swept under the rug for years?  I'm acquainted with people who still deny that there were negative effects to Vietnam vets from Agent Orange exposure (as well as those who say that if the effects aren't exaggerated, then the soldiers deserved it--needless to say, I don't voluntarily associate with those kinds). 

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Office hours.

This semester, I have two classes: one at 8:00, and one at 9:00.  I've scheduled office hours from 10-11:30 on MW, and 10-12 on Friday.  Odysseus has a 10:00, an 11:00, and a 12:00--but only on MW.  Friday, he only has one class, and it's inane, and the instructor doesn't respect herself or her students. 

So.  Mondays and Wednesdays, I'll be driving myself in, then running over to pick up the pixie.  It's going to take a lot of time before I get confident enough to park in the heavily used lots, but there's another, smaller lot within easy walking distance of the library that isn't used so heavily.  And the pixie's school is about three minutes away from campus. 

Right now, I'm sitting in  office hours.  And hoping my battery holds out, because I totally forgot my power cord.

Monday, January 26, 2015

Beat flat.

I spent yesterday looking for a lost Roku remote.  I cleared the coffee table, sifted through the stuff on Odysseus's desk, and cleared flat surfaces in the kitchen where it might have been set down.  No joy.  I'll give it a couple more days, then I'm going to order a replacement.

But I think I did too much, yesterday, and am still exhausted (and feel like crap) this morning.

Thank God for freewrite days.

Saturday, January 24, 2015

...damn it.

We just took three big boxes of toys out of the imp's room.  They were not put away in the places that he has for them, so he loses them for a couple of days.  If he doesn't care enough about his toys to put them where they go, then he doesn't care enough to keep them...yes, there was a tantrum.  No, I don't particularly care. 

He can have them back, box by box, but he can lose them again, just as he did tonight, if he doesn't put them away, or puts them in the wrong place, like he did tonight. And yes, he was warned.  I warned him that this would start happening, starting last night.  He was warned three times tonight.  And it did not one damn bit of good.

I hate being a hard-ass about this, but this is the attitude that loses him his scissors, his markers, his pencils, and his crayons at school. 

Maybe I should have been harder on him sooner.  I don't know. 

random ramblings

We had a conference with the imp's kindergarten teacher, this past week.  The imp is doing incredibly well with the academic aspects of kindergarten (what was first grade when I was small); however, he's very weak in the maturity needed to actually succeed at school.  He's not very good about working independently--tends to drift off in daydreams when he's not got someone standing right over him--but I think that's as much because he doesn't see the point.  I think if he has a clear goal that he wants to work toward, things will clear up. 

We have a plan for that.  Now, we just have to put it into action.

The pixie has caught another cold.  She was sick from late September through the first part of Christmas break.  I'm betting she's going to be sick from now until Spring Break at the earliest.  She's having so much fun in preschool, though, that I honestly think it's worth it.  She's asked for every day classes next year with pre-K-4.  I've started tweaking the budget to allow for that.

The kids tried getting up at 6:30 this morning.  If they'd been quiet, I might have tolerated it, but since they were screeching at each other (and I was too tired to be able to tell if it was joyful or angry, and too tired to care), I made them go back to bed.  Yes, there were tears and tantrums.  No, that wasn't tolerated.  They woke me up again around 8:00.  And since I'd had a bad night anyway, I was really, really unhappy with them when I got up.

So, last night, I was relaxing in my recliner, with the footrest up, and I feel a warm weight settle in between my ankles.  I assumed it was Shadow, because it settled and dozed off, instead of spazzing around on my lap.  I was wrong--it was Cricket.  She's almost never snuggly, so I ended up staying up about an hour longer than I'd planned. 

I discovered, when I got up to go to bed, that Shadow had ensconced herself between Odysseus's knee and the back of the couch, and was curled up and snoring.

So, I made it in last week for my classes.  I've got an 8:00 and a 9:00, both Comp II.  Wednesday, we went over thesis statements, and Friday development.  I discovered I can't lecture long, and can't write up on the board for long; when I try to combine the two, I run out of breath really fast.  But I got the point across both days, and got to watch the lights coming on like nobody's business. 

Which is why I'm still doing this.

I've actually got two writing projects going on at once--Detritus, which is finally picking up on the writing pace (the plot pace is much slower than I usually write), and a collection of short stories I've tentatively titled Normalcy Bias.  Most of the stories are set in our world, but with a small twist that takes them just slightly out of the norm.  One of the stories is about a veteran who buys a new house and land, and discovers that his place is home to a group of gremlins; another story is that of an amoral dragon who decides to clean up a neighborhood.  When I get stuck on Detritus, I pick up with one of my many short story ideas, and write that.  Usually, after the random story is written, I'm good to go with the novel. 

We had our scanner--which was mainly used to scan in the cover art created by my friend--die on us last month.  We just got the replacement delivered, so all I'm waiting for now for Fire and Forge (and for "Bar Tabs") is the cover art. 

Friday, January 23, 2015

FFOT: ugh

Catching a cold (including post nasal drip and the accompanying cough) right on the heels of pneumonia can seriously fuck off. 

I am so fucking tired of this shit it's not even funny.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

I managed it.

I taught both of my classes today.  Didn't stick around for office hours because I desperately needed to lay down* but I made it through classes. 

I'm tired, but I did it.

*Apparently, I looked like I was feeling bad enough that one of my students, when I was making the rounds helping them with their thesis statements, grabbed me and made me sit down before she was willing to accept help.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

I suppose...

There's one good effect to having been so sick for most of the month: because my appetite's been limited since I got sick (as in: I haven't been able to eat more than half a ham and cheese, or half a 15oz can of soup), I've lost about fifteen pounds. 

Granted, when I'm up and doing, trying to keep up with the kids and the house, I can't make it on that kind of a diet.  But currently, that's what it takes for me to be able to lose weight. 

Holding it stable once it's down I can do.  It's just getting it down there in the first place that I haven't been able to do since I had the imp and developed the thyroid issue to start with.