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Thematic variations
Apr. 2nd, 2010 02:07 pmTalked to my professor and financial aid today. She'll have my grade by Monday at the latest, and it should be in the system as of Wednesday. I have until the third Friday of the semester to get the hold removed (which they'll do as soon as the grade is in the system) and then the hold will be removed from my aid. It does mean that finances are going to be a bit more strapped than I was hoping, but I should be able to get through between now and then without too much problem.
Thus far today's been spent taking care of obligations and cleaning. Laundry is getting done, the bathroom is getting cleaned, etc. Interspersed with that is showing Al how to do things he needs to know for when I'm not here. Thus far we've covered washing the socks I knitted for him (since they can't go into the laundry without felting and being useless), how to clean the toilet, and how to clean the tub. We'd been over the sink and tub before, but since the toilet is more pressing, that's one I knew I needed to cover. I also gave him more instruction than I ever got, which is at least a generational improvement. I also noticed that his face was starting to break out, and so I found some face cleanser for oily skin and we went over "how to not get pimples," which includes that you have to wash your face from time to time.
I've also got him working a bit on his room. He didn't want to -- he never wants to -- but then I reminded him that in 9 weeks or so, I will not be here anymore and the room has to be completely cleaned out and all their stuff moved or gotten rid of. I managed not to cry, for which I was really proud of myself, but it was a downer for both of us. It has to be said, though. I can't let it catch any of us off guard. I just... yeah.
I hate being this... whatever this is, right now. I hate dreading the next few weeks. I just want it all to be done and over with, and I haven't yet found the "fast forward" button for life. The only thing I've found to do that makes any of it better is go to clean something, or pack something, or just generally get some sort of positive change made in my environment. I have to be careful about the packing, though... I can't live with all my stuff in boxes for the next two months, and I don't have all that much stuff to pack -- and unfortunately, the stuff that's easiest to pack also has the biggest psychic toll on me when I don't see my things around me anymore, and my home starts looking less like home and more like a series of rooms I'm inhabiting. That just makes it all harder -- hence why all my art is still on the walls, even though I found the perfect box to pack it in and I could put it all safely away in less than a half hour. I just... I can't. Not yet.
I'll be really happy to see Matt next week. It'll be a really good thing -- and hey, at least my house will be clean.
Thus far today's been spent taking care of obligations and cleaning. Laundry is getting done, the bathroom is getting cleaned, etc. Interspersed with that is showing Al how to do things he needs to know for when I'm not here. Thus far we've covered washing the socks I knitted for him (since they can't go into the laundry without felting and being useless), how to clean the toilet, and how to clean the tub. We'd been over the sink and tub before, but since the toilet is more pressing, that's one I knew I needed to cover. I also gave him more instruction than I ever got, which is at least a generational improvement. I also noticed that his face was starting to break out, and so I found some face cleanser for oily skin and we went over "how to not get pimples," which includes that you have to wash your face from time to time.
I've also got him working a bit on his room. He didn't want to -- he never wants to -- but then I reminded him that in 9 weeks or so, I will not be here anymore and the room has to be completely cleaned out and all their stuff moved or gotten rid of. I managed not to cry, for which I was really proud of myself, but it was a downer for both of us. It has to be said, though. I can't let it catch any of us off guard. I just... yeah.
I hate being this... whatever this is, right now. I hate dreading the next few weeks. I just want it all to be done and over with, and I haven't yet found the "fast forward" button for life. The only thing I've found to do that makes any of it better is go to clean something, or pack something, or just generally get some sort of positive change made in my environment. I have to be careful about the packing, though... I can't live with all my stuff in boxes for the next two months, and I don't have all that much stuff to pack -- and unfortunately, the stuff that's easiest to pack also has the biggest psychic toll on me when I don't see my things around me anymore, and my home starts looking less like home and more like a series of rooms I'm inhabiting. That just makes it all harder -- hence why all my art is still on the walls, even though I found the perfect box to pack it in and I could put it all safely away in less than a half hour. I just... I can't. Not yet.
I'll be really happy to see Matt next week. It'll be a really good thing -- and hey, at least my house will be clean.
