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moonwiseSeems like everyone was very chatty on LJ over the weekend. Sorry I missed the party! :)
The students were in a frightful pother over the weekend; I have a mail waiting in my box from one student who wanted me to reply right away. Sorry bucko, I don't have email all the time. I had a visitor on Saturday morning who I spoke with for over an hour, then Huchen loaned me one of her problem children for heavy corrections to her lab. A third wanted to come by AGAIN Saturday afternoon to check his third lab report, and I said no, he could wait until next week like everyone else. I've already spent 1.5 hours on that kid. Enough is enough.
Because I am a masochist, I volunteered to help with the grading on Wednesday.
Sat. afternoon was nice; I stopped by to see my friend Joanna. She was very happy to see me and I felt the same. It's amazing how out of touch I have fallen with the real life people who care about me and want to talk to me. I feel quite guilty. At any rate, we had a great time talking, and she was all jazzed up to join Weight Watchers after I told her about my success.
There is a new kitty named Jake in the house; he's a big fat orange cat who's FIV-positive and who's missing one eye, Auron-style. No one wanted to adopt him for over a year, so Joanna took him home. That makes four kitties, one dog, and four people in that house.
Rudy is still his usual stripey green-eyed beast self and I miss him to bits.
Evening wasn't so good. Husband and I went out for ice cream and he tried to order for me, but I didn't want what he was ordering for me. He made as if he wasn't going to get me anything then (it was a joke, but I think it was a mean joke) and I got mad at him and left. Then we had some words outside and he got mad and threw his ice cream away. When we got home, he threw the house keys at me and drove away. After crying for a while, I left the keys under the mat and went out for about an hour.
It's funny how you can go seeking some solitude and you don't get it. I went to a quiet duck pond with a loaf of bread, and all I wanted was to be alone. However, a kid came up on a bicycle, and he wanted to talk to me (I think he was a little odd in the head) so I was friendly and nice and played along. But even though I couldn't have told him to buzz off, I still resented that someone came along to interrupt the time I wanted to use to set my thoughts in order.
I suppose that is not very charitable of me.
When I got home, husband and I had it out; he was snarling at me and I tried to be very calm. I tried to explain that what had me upset was that he would even joke about offering to do something nice and then taking it away right from under my nose. In turn, I apologized for overreacting. We made up and went out for Japanese.
Sunday was much nicer. VS was the first order of the day while hubby was off at work watching his F1 race (we don't get Speed Channel at home.) Afterwards there was some cleaning and vacuuming to be done. We had an early dinner at the Wegman's (ah the joy of convenience food) and watched the black-and-white version of The Haunting, which was pretty true to the book The Haunting of Hill House. They changed some of the characterizations around and revised some of the back story, but it's Hollywood.
While we were watching the movie, my friend Becky called us with soem exciting news. She and her boyfriend Dave had gotten engaged and she finally had some time to call ppl and tell them (she's a doctor and she doesn't get much time to talk on the phone.)
It's very exciting because I feel quite responsible for their relationship; she caught the bouquet at my wedding and met Dave at temple the next day. You see, being the iggerant Catholic that I am, I scheduled my wedding for Rosh Hashanah with a Jewish maid-of-honor... so Becky was really a trooper and she went to services on Sunday rather than Saturday. But... Dave went to services that day too, and that's where she met him. So it all worked out. :)
Finished the evening watching The Sixth Sense, which was showing on television. Creepy movie. But very, very good.
Geez... that was long... kudos to all of you who finished reading my essay.
The students were in a frightful pother over the weekend; I have a mail waiting in my box from one student who wanted me to reply right away. Sorry bucko, I don't have email all the time. I had a visitor on Saturday morning who I spoke with for over an hour, then Huchen loaned me one of her problem children for heavy corrections to her lab. A third wanted to come by AGAIN Saturday afternoon to check his third lab report, and I said no, he could wait until next week like everyone else. I've already spent 1.5 hours on that kid. Enough is enough.
Because I am a masochist, I volunteered to help with the grading on Wednesday.
Sat. afternoon was nice; I stopped by to see my friend Joanna. She was very happy to see me and I felt the same. It's amazing how out of touch I have fallen with the real life people who care about me and want to talk to me. I feel quite guilty. At any rate, we had a great time talking, and she was all jazzed up to join Weight Watchers after I told her about my success.
There is a new kitty named Jake in the house; he's a big fat orange cat who's FIV-positive and who's missing one eye, Auron-style. No one wanted to adopt him for over a year, so Joanna took him home. That makes four kitties, one dog, and four people in that house.
Rudy is still his usual stripey green-eyed beast self and I miss him to bits.
Evening wasn't so good. Husband and I went out for ice cream and he tried to order for me, but I didn't want what he was ordering for me. He made as if he wasn't going to get me anything then (it was a joke, but I think it was a mean joke) and I got mad at him and left. Then we had some words outside and he got mad and threw his ice cream away. When we got home, he threw the house keys at me and drove away. After crying for a while, I left the keys under the mat and went out for about an hour.
It's funny how you can go seeking some solitude and you don't get it. I went to a quiet duck pond with a loaf of bread, and all I wanted was to be alone. However, a kid came up on a bicycle, and he wanted to talk to me (I think he was a little odd in the head) so I was friendly and nice and played along. But even though I couldn't have told him to buzz off, I still resented that someone came along to interrupt the time I wanted to use to set my thoughts in order.
I suppose that is not very charitable of me.
When I got home, husband and I had it out; he was snarling at me and I tried to be very calm. I tried to explain that what had me upset was that he would even joke about offering to do something nice and then taking it away right from under my nose. In turn, I apologized for overreacting. We made up and went out for Japanese.
Sunday was much nicer. VS was the first order of the day while hubby was off at work watching his F1 race (we don't get Speed Channel at home.) Afterwards there was some cleaning and vacuuming to be done. We had an early dinner at the Wegman's (ah the joy of convenience food) and watched the black-and-white version of The Haunting, which was pretty true to the book The Haunting of Hill House. They changed some of the characterizations around and revised some of the back story, but it's Hollywood.
While we were watching the movie, my friend Becky called us with soem exciting news. She and her boyfriend Dave had gotten engaged and she finally had some time to call ppl and tell them (she's a doctor and she doesn't get much time to talk on the phone.)
It's very exciting because I feel quite responsible for their relationship; she caught the bouquet at my wedding and met Dave at temple the next day. You see, being the iggerant Catholic that I am, I scheduled my wedding for Rosh Hashanah with a Jewish maid-of-honor... so Becky was really a trooper and she went to services on Sunday rather than Saturday. But... Dave went to services that day too, and that's where she met him. So it all worked out. :)
Finished the evening watching The Sixth Sense, which was showing on television. Creepy movie. But very, very good.
Geez... that was long... kudos to all of you who finished reading my essay.
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Date: 2002-04-29 12:56 pm (UTC)Soo nice. ^_^
Awww so Rudi had had to go on a diet but looked better now. Good. The butterball syndrome must be really hard to avoid.
Yeah grrr.. stupid Goldie, how did he get such a nice weapon all of a sudden ? His usual rapier is so useless.