Procrasti-Nation
That’s where I live right now. Hence, the post! I have 12 weeks and three days until graduation, pending portfolio approval. Portfolio is due in just about four weeks. I am between quarters and so really need to be working on my portfolio. Bleh.
In other news, the f-i-l & the honey built a fence between our carport & backyard… suddenly our backyard actually feels like a backyard now. I didn’t realize how open it felt with the opening to the carport there. This is nice. It’ll be a relief to feel ok about sending M1 to play in the backyard or to not have to wonder if one of the guys from next door is going to come over and try to “borrow” our push mower… (we live right next to a group home for a bunch of developmentally disabled guys & one of them is fascinated by push mowers… harmless, but persistent). To get two of the posts in, they had to drill into the cement, so the fence wiggles a little & could probably be pushed down if one was really interested (though there is a door, so that would be silly), but as I was telling the f-i-l, fences are largely a psychological barrier around here. Sure they’d slow someone down, but they’re more about property lines & creating distinct spaces & stuff than they are about keeping anything in/out. Though I wish they kept neighbors’ dogs in better. Ahem.
Tomorrow they’re going to bust out the office shelves & drawers, cover that with wall, and then bust out the wall in the hall & make the formerly shelving/drawer space into additional pantry space. That will be nice. No more bulk flour/rice/potatoes (and beer, and beer, and whatever else we can’t fit into our pantry) in the hallway anymore! Yay! I hear rumors of closet doors for the bedrooms too. Be still my beating heart! I had dreams of doing some stuff to make the bathroom look decent, but I suspect we’ll be moved before anything gets done with that catastrophe. I’ve always hated our bathroom. The folks who “remodeled” it, did it themselves, most incompetently. I mean, nothing leaks, but they never actually caulked some stuff that ought to be caulked, they fucked up the: wallpaper, the wainscotting, the space around the medicine cabinet/mirrors, the toekick, the stuff that goes up corners and along the tops to cover the wainscotting, the cupboard doors, the floor… you may well ask what they didn’t fuck up, and the answer? Well, I can’t really think of anything. The sink they couldn’t fuck up too badly just because it was bought in one piece from home despot, I guess… but if they could have, they would have…
And then there’s M2. Now she has pink eye. Bloody hell. I can’t bully her into lying still and just getting it over with because she’s two. She just says in her insanely cute little voice “Ow!” and waves her hands and squirms until I realize it’s a ridiculous sisiphysian task to get eye goo into a two year old who is waving her hands and squirming and saying “Ow!” I’m going to get her when she’s asleep though. I told her, I did, “I’ll get you, my pretty.” And I will. Using my sneaky and wily motherly ways.
Oh and today was my eight year anniversary where I work. I forgot about it for most of the day…
And then there’s all that other stuff… but that’s none of your beeswax now, is it? ;) Portfolio. Right. Thanks for reminding me.