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[Jul. 13th, 2005|08:11 pm] |
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I have work to do. I have read almost two books (1 and 3/4th at the moment) in sheer avoidance of doing work. It's stupid, tedious, busywork which I would have enjoyed in another lifetime but now feel that it should not be my job. Of course, if I had been checking the books closer in March and April, I wouldn't have to do all this crap now. It's my own fault. Basically at the meeting I'm going to hand everyone a piece of paper. I will have an abbreviated discussion about what's going on in the house now, and then hand them all these pieces of paper which detail what documentation they've missed on what days and where they can find it now (i have archiving to do) and tell them to spend the rest of the hour doing it. That's going to make me very popular. I also have to give the floor to the program directors for a while so they can explain to everyone the practical differences of an IO waiver, which they use now, and the RFW waiver system, which was the old way.
I took all the notes on post its. Now i just have to organize and rewrite them. I would do this on the clock, but I've come to realize that that absolutely cannot happen this week. It just can't. There's too much going on.
The boy's parental units will be here next weekend...I'm tempted to take all that black velvet I got for curtains, rip it into strips, and tie it on the rods that way, and maybe it'll look gothic or bohemian or something aside from lazy, which I am. I had this wonderful idea involving red sheers sandwiched between the black panels and hook and eye closures or corset lacing to close the velvet over it at night...with collars and O rings to hold them back in the daytime...And most of them aren't even cut. I don't have the red fabric yet, because I can't find something satisfactory and I should have saved this much effort for a house that we actually owned, but oh well. At least I can make some really lovely capes if the curtain thing doesn't work out....
I keep dreaming about catching caterpillars. really nice, rare, beautiful, large specimens. Hmm...
I haven't called my father recently. I'm waiting to hear whether he's on medication for diabetes or not because if he's diabetic (again this would not be a surprise) he's going to find out just how much I can nag. He's still off the alky-hol which is about the only thing he can do for the cirrhosis, and if he continues to stay sober for four more months, he can get on the list for a new liver. I've heard all this through my mother, because my mother gets it out of my aunt, who goes to the doctors' appointments with my father.
I have to go get groceries now. |
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