chochiyo_sama

Mom had Bible study today, so she was gone most of the morning. I didn't do much while she was gone. I got dressed and sat in the recliner and worked on the witch costume for Chryssie until she got home. Then I asked her if she would like to run to Owatonna with me. My license tabs were due, and I thought I could get them then deliver the cookies to Erik. She was all for it, so I got my poop in a pile and headed for Owatonna.

It was freaking COLD outside. I actually had to turn the heat on to take the edge off the cold in the car. It didn't take long, and I turned it off once the car was tolerable. We went the "old way" on Hwy 45, by the big swamp. It was just crawling with egrets! I wished I had brought my camera so I could have taken a couple of pictures of them. They were pretty far out so I couldn't have gotten a real clear picture, but still. They were thick and so startlingly white against the reeds. Just since Monday when Mom and I went to Walmart, the beans have turned much more golden and the corn also is nearly ready to pick. I have a terrible feeling our winter is going to come early this year.

It turned out to be a major Godsend that Mom was with me. The license bureau in Owatonna does not accept debit cards, and I had only $20 with me. I went out to the car to see if Mom had some cash, but she didn't. So, she wrote a check for $66 for me. Dang. MORE money I owe her!

Since my driver's license expires in November, I asked if I could just renew that at the same time. So, that is done--along with the address change--in one fell swoop.

While I was in the License Bureau, Joni happened to call me on her cell. The hospital had told her to go on home, since Jeff was taken down to surgery already and there was nothing she could do there. The surgery was expected to take 12 hours. They promised to keep in touch with her by phone, so she decided she would come home and harvest her tomatoes since it is supposed to freeze tonight. I told her I was in Owatonna and that I was planning on bringing her some books and dropping Erik's cookies off to him. She said that Erik happened to be home, so I could present them to him in person. LOL.

Because I had not eaten anything for breakfast, and it was already past noon, I went through the drive through of Taco Johns and got a beef burrito with sour cream and black olives and a medium iced tea. Taco Johns in Owatonna has the best iced tea.

The first thing I noticed when we pulled into Joni's driveway was that her apple trees are just LOADED with apples. I told Mom I was going to take a few of them home to make an apple dumpling. I love apple dumplings and I haven't had one in ages.

Joni was just about to head into her garden to pick tomatoes. She said that Erik had had a dream last night that he was in the laundry room naked and Joni walked in on him. Then she started hollering, "Hey everybody, Erik is NAKED!" And me and Mom and a whole bunch of other people rushed in to stare at him and laugh. Dreams are crazy. I had a crazy dream myself last night...more on that later.

So we sat and talked for a while. Kaylee's nurse had Kaylee in the living room. She had watched Sponge Bob, which she apparently loves. I stroked her hair and kissed her forehead several times. She lit up in a smile the minute she saw Mom and me walk in the door. Joni's little papillion just about licked me to death. I hardly ever see Jazzy, but she never forgets me. Kaylee got a little upset, and her nurse said it was because she was tired. So the nurse took her into her bedroom and got her ready for a nap.

Kaylee breaks my heart. She is such a beautiful girl, but she has absolutely no quality of life. In spite of it, though, she is happy and loving. Never cranky or mean-spirited. I noticed today that her hair has become extremely thin. That bothers me because she has always had amazingly thick curly hair. It makes me fear that she is aging too fast...I dread the day when she leaves us. Poor little girl.

Her hair has gotten incredibly long! Either Joni or the nurse had braided it into a single braid that went all the way down her back.

Anyhow, Joni and Mom soon went out to the garden to pick tomatoes and Erik and I sat in the living room and chatted. He's a very intelligent young man--and he has his head on straight. We talked about politics and institutionalized racism and sustainable communities. He's become so laid back. LOL. I miss my little Erik who was so excited about everything. But this more mature Erik is a darling too. He was playing with Cricket, Joni's Siamese cat. I played with her a bit too. She crawled into the blue Walmart bag I had brought the books and cookies in, and I tickled the outside of the bag while she tried to grab my fingers through the bag. She is a beautiful cat. So different from my cats though! She is rail thin and has a long, pointy face. She's pretty in a sort of exotic way.

It was nearly 3:30 when Mom and I decided it was time to go. It was a pleasant afternoon. I hardly ever get to Joni's house these days. Hopefully now that I am not working, I can spend more time with her. I told her I would come and help her make apple pies if she wanted me to. One year, long ago when Erik was just a little squirt, Mom and Kim and I went to help with her apples, and we had a fabulous time. Erik ate so many apples and apple peels that he got the world's worst belly ache later that day. I don't know why we didn't do it again--we had so much fun that day and got a lot of work done too.

Mom and I stopped at Dairy Queen on the way home. I had a chocolate malt and she had her pecan cluster blizzard. The chocolate malt was delicious. While we were on the way home, Kari texted and wanted to know where we were. I texted her back (in the DQ parking lot) that we were in Owatonna but were on our way home. She texted an invitation for us to come to their house for BLTs and to watch Survivor. I declined because watching Survivor appeals to me about as much as having a hot knitting needle shoved up my ass, and Wednesday night is Ghost Hunters! So, Jack picked Mom up on his way home from work. I watched several episodes of Ghost Hunters and a couple of Paranormal Witness while I worked on my doll dress. I sewed small black beads all along the neckline then between the black fabric and the black fabric with the holographic stars on it. The beads on the neckline look really good. The others are okay--but they don't really have the pizzazz I had hoped for.

I fell asleep a couple of times, but I saw more of the shows this time than I did last week. LOL. Mom got home and came down with an orange for each of us. She went to bed at about 10:45 and I turned off the TV and came into the Lair shortly after that.

That's about it for the day's events.

Now, the dream I had last night was quite weird.

I dreamt I was at a restaurant waiting for Mom and Dad and a couple of other people to join me. I had a lot of paperwork and junk with me. I had chosen a table in the back where there was privacy, and I had been waiting for them a long time. When they finally got there, they took a table right up front by a big window. I was annoyed because I was already seated, but they expected me to move. So, I packed up all my crap--I had my laptop and a couple of bags of books and amazingly--a freaking BOOKCASE. I had the laptop case and my book bags slung over my shoulder and I was dragging the bookcase along behind me by one hand while using the cane with the other.

By the time I got to the front of the restaurant, they had decided they wanted to go to a different restaurant and had left. Now the restaurant they had gone to was weird--it was part gas station, part bar, part restaurant, and part some sort of a Catholic youth group center. I have had this place in my dreams before. It isn't a real place, but it exists in my psyche somewhere.

It was frustrating because there was no place close to the restaurant to park. There were no handicapped spots available. The gas station part was closed, so I couldn't enter through that door. So I drove around to the side where there was a "back door." There were no marked spots to park there, but I parked my car sort of along the back side of the building close to the door.

As I was walking into the building, I noticed off in the distance a large animal--it was white and had some dark smudges on it. It had a lion-like head, but its ears were old little things that stood up on top of its head. They were rounded--but not like a lion's ears. More like a panda bear. It noticed me too and started coming toward me. I hurried because I was afraid of it, and just as I got to the door, it bounded up and tried to attack me. I got mad and yelled, "NO!" at it and pushed it away. It had its big mouth on my stomach and I was afraid it would bite me and pull my intestines out.

But it let go.

I closed the door and went in by my family. It was a real ghetto looking restaurant. It had crappy fold out tables like the kind they have at church banquets and the floor was like a gym floor. My family had already gotten their food and were eating steaks. I was again annoyed that they had not waited for me to order and that by the time I ordered, they would be done eating, and by the time my food came, they would be ready to go. So, I didn't order.

They were ready to go, and I said, "Be careful! There's a lion in the parking lot." It was still out there, but somehow, Dad and I were in the parking lot getting our cars. There was a big helicopter and some military men with machine guns out by my car. I don't think they were American. I was afraid they were going to shoot Dad, but they didn't. They inspected my car and told me I could go. I remember being glad they didn't look in my trunk, though I don't know why.

Perhaps I had a nuclear device in there or something. Ha.

That was pretty much the end of that dream. I vaguely remember driving in the dream...and it was snowing. But I don't remember any more specifics.

Current Mood: drained
Current Location: Lair of Despair
Current Music: nothing

Mom went to Iowa with her two brothers, Jerry and LaVern, for the yearly Neitzell-Sundahl family reunion. I remember going to these as a child. There were so many people that we commandered the entire park, pretty much. They were always held in Bellmont, Iowa, because it was they half-way point between the Minnesota family and the Iowa family.

My grandfather, Jay, and his sister, Fern, had a sad childhood. Their father was nearly fifty when he married their teenaged mother, who was forced into the marriage by her sadistic mother-in-law. Carrie, my great-grandmother, had been orphaned at 1 month old and was raised by her maternal grandparents. Her mother had died, presumably of complications from child birth, a month after Carrie was born. Her grandparents were elderly and in poor health, so she had to find work. Of course the only thing she could do was housekeeping, so she got a job with Lavinia Calhoun, a mean-spirited woman who had forced her son to remain with her as a caretaker, keeping him a bachelor until he was nearly 50.

Lavinia insisted that it wouldn't be proper for Carrie to work in their house as a single woman with her son living there, so she strong-armed Carrie into marrying Phillip. The girl was desperate and saw no other possibilities open to her. (This was back in the early 1900s.) So she married my great-grandfather and kept house for him and his mother.

Well, the mother-in-law had an unheated, uninsulated lean-to on the side of her house. This is where the newlyweds were forced to live. I believe the name of the town was Cheritan, Iowa. Well, Iowa gets mighty cold in the winter.

Phillip was a horney old bastard and "wouldn't leave her alone," according to my grandmother. Well, we know what that means, don't we? She was constantly pregnant and had one miscarriage after another. I'm sure she had post-partum depression, which wasn't known in those days...Finally she gave birth to my great aunt Fern. Three years later, she had my grandfather. In between them, I don't know how many babies she lost. Lots of them, according to the oral family tradition. My mom and uncle once went to this town and found the cemetery where all these little babies were buried. They said there were so many little stones that it was completely horrendous.

Well, with her husband on her constantly fathering new babies to die, and her mother-in-law withholding everything from food, clothing, and heat from her and her children, and probably fearing that one of these days SHE was going to die in childbirth, just as her mother had before her, Carrie packed up and left. My great aunt Fern was 3 and my grandfather was 9 months old.

When my grandfather was 7 or 8 and Fern was 10 or 11, their father made arrangements for them to be placed in an orphanage. He was quite old then, and in poor health. When he abandoned them there, he left strict instructions that their mother was NOT ALLOWED to collect them or even to SEE them. (I suspect she had tried to get her kids once she had resettled herself and remarried to a huge Frenchman who treated her like a queen.)

Orphanages were cruel places in those days. Both of them were beaten and mistreated both at the orphanage and at the farms they were sent to work at. My mother remembers my grandfather talking about a time when Fern accidentally broke an egg while she was in the hen house and she sobbed, knowing she would be whipped. My grandfather, who was just a little boy, told them he had broken it, and the farm whipped him with a buggy whip. He was only 9 or 10 at that time.

Well, when people would come to the orphanage, they'd often take my grandfather on a trial basis, and my Aunt Fern would hide in the park across the street from the orphanage and cry because her brother had been taken away. My grandfather would run away from the families and come back to the orphanage to be with Fern.

Well, one day a nice couple from Iowa came to the orphanage and adopted Fern. They had a son, couldn't have more children, and wanted a daughter. The children were forbidden to tell their adoptive parents about their siblings, and they were so in fear of the orphanage people that they didn't tell. The people who adopted Fern were very kind and loving to her. After quite some time had passed, the father found Fern crying and wanted to know what was wrong. She broke down and told him about her brother.

He was upset and said that they would have taken him too, had they known they were siblings. He went back to the orphanage to adopt him, but he had already been adopted by some people named Neitzell. He stayed with them because he knew Fern was no longer at the orphanage and it was pointless to go back.

The kids were not allowed to know where each other was because they were afraid they would run away to get back with each other. Somehow the parents worked it out that the kids would write letters to each other, then mail them to the orphanage. Someone would read and censor the letters, then send them on to the other kid. Mom has copies of all the letters that Fern wrote to Jay. She doesn't have the ones he wrote back to her.

Anyhow, when they were adults they were able to hook back up with each other. By this time, my grandfather was living in Hollandale and Fern was living down in Iowa somewhere. They were both married and had children, so they began these yearly reunions. By the time I was around, there were kids and grandkids and even great grandkids, eventually. In this modern world, people do not continue to live within fifty miles of where they were born. The third generation scattered across the country and quit coming to the reunions.

Now there are only a handful who get together: my Mom, my uncle Jerry and his wife Lily (who didn't go this year because of the pain she is in with her frozen shoulders), my uncle LaVern, and two couples from the other side. I guess one of their sons was there this time. The youngest of them is in his 70s, and all the Iowa people are in poor health.

I expect there will not be many more of these reunions. And the story will probably die with me, since none of my nieces and nephews have any interest in family history. My mom has a lot of information and has written a lot down--but she sanitizes everything. There are a lot of interesting details that she would leave out because they may not be "nice." It is the parts that are not "nice" that are the most interesting!

Carrie lived a very long life. She had three children from her second husband--a son named Jesse, a daughter named Nellie, and a daughter who died in infancy. I met Jesse and Nellie before they died. Jesse was a really great guy (except he was a republican who adored Ronald Reagan and Oliver (gag) North). I didn't discuss politics with him. I wanted to continue to like him. LOL.

Anyhow--while my mom was at the family reunion, I baked sugar cookies, Lunchbox cookies, which are a kind of oatmeal cookies, and tried to recreate the salad I had at Old Country Buffet when I went with Jessica. It had pea pods, celery, chicken, penne, and a dill dressing. My renegade version wasn't bad, but it didn't taste the same as the one at OCB.

The oatmeal cookies were freaking awesome!

I gave a plate of each kind of cookie to Lily, Rhonda, and Rachelle who had stopped in on their way to Owatonna. I sent some salad home for them later, when Jerry dropped off my mom. Jack and Kari and the kids stopped in after Caleb's football game, and I gave them big plates of each kind of cookie. I made them stick around until the first to pans were baked. The lunchbox cookies are Jack's favorite kind.

Lily called me later to tell me that the lunchbox cookies were delicious. She wants the recipe. I will give it to her later. I may put it up here too as they are simply awesome.

When I got done baking and cooking, I washed the dishes, wiped down the counters, and swept the floor--I tried to make everything cleaner than it was when I started. I love to bake. I am not so fond of cleaning up afterwards. LOL.

But, I did it.

Current Mood: worn out
Current Location: bedroom
Current Music: Stewie purring

Because my knee hurt so badly last night, I ended up being awake till nearly 4:30 am. It was so bad that I could hardly make it to the bathroom--and of course because it was that bad, I probably had to go to the bathroom six times in the night. A couple of times, I actually had bursts of dribbling that I could not control because the pain in my knee was so great it was all I could do to keep from falling down. I finally dozed off and did not wake until Mom came into my room and asked if I wanted to go to Jack and Kari's for lunch. I said no because they have so many steps and I did not think I could make it up them with my knee being so bad. So, I went back to sleep and didn't wake up until about 1 pm, when Miss Cora was knocking on my door.

She had decided to come home with Grandma, and she brought me down my left over Mexican food for my lunch. I took my pills and ate it cold. It wasn't too bad cold, but it would have been better if I had warmed it up. My knee still hurt abysmally....so I decided I would take one of the codeine pain pills that the doctor had prescribed for me months ago. I filled the prescription, but I was always leery of taking them. So, I took the first one this morning.

I turned on Facebook to make some moves on my Scrabble games, and I discovered a post by a former student, Tanner H., that said, "RIP Rachel. Not again." It turns out that Rachel B, one of my favorite kids who graduated 3-4 years ago had hung herself. Not a month ago, one of my other beloved student's BROTHER hanged himself. This devastated poor Taya...and his death left three small children fatherless.

Anyhow, I called Susan to see if she knew anything about this. She didn't even know it happened. So, we talked about this for a little while, and then she began nagging and lecturing me about going on disability. I told her I am NOT going to do it. She said, "But that's your best financial option!" And I responded, "It may be my best financial option, but I am too young and too talented to become NOTHING." When you are on disability, you are not allowed to work part time, volunteer, or even TUTOR! That's what the chick from TRA told me. I also told her that money did not mean much to me, but having a PURPOSE in life DID mean everything to me. She told me she was investigating retiring on disability because of the heart problems she has been having, and I told her that if that worked for her, that was great--but that she had to understand that she has a husband, children, grandchildren, a beautiful victorian home she's been remodeling, enough money to travel, and a getaway second home on a river. She has lots of things to fill her mind and heart. I have no husband, no children, no grandchildren, no home, no money, etc. SCHOOL was the only thing I had. And it was my purpose for existing. I do not know how these people who have known me for so fucking long cannot understand that I need a REASON to live. I need to continue to be productive and do what I do best--work with kids.

I also told her that both Dr. W (my doctor who is also her doctor) and my therapist both said that the worst thing I could do was retire on disability--"You need to work with kids," said my doctor, "You have far too much to give to just give up." I flat out told Susan, "I WILL NOT DO IT."

Then she lectured me about how I would not find a job since all job descriptions have physical requirements that I will not be able to meet with my lack of mobility. I said, "There are teachers teaching from wheel chairs. There is no reason I cannot teach...the only problem is that I cannot stand while doing it."

She was just getting so negative with me, like the only hope of life I have is to go on disability. I think that is just plain bullshit. Plus, she denies that it will take two years to get on it. And she defended the asshole chick at TRA who laughed at me and treated me so disrespectfully. "Well, you have to understand that there are so many scammers...." Fuck that. That's like saying a teacher is justified in treating kids like shit because some kids just don't care about learning. I figure that, as a professional, it is my responsibility to treat EVERY kid like they are good people. Especially when I have just met them.

It was very frustrating. She kept saying, "I'm worried about you." Well, worry about my MENTAL health for a change. My physical health can be dealt with with modifications. Once I have had a complete mental breakdown for lack of purpose in my life, I may not be fixable.

Anyhow--it was a very poor start to the day.

Cora wanted me to come upstairs and bake sugar cookies with her, so I did. My nephew Erik had asked for sugar cookies yesterday, and so I thought we could make them and give some to him. We used my late Aunt Darla's sugar cookie recipe which was very simple and easy to make--and the resulting cookies were very good. Cora chattered the whole time we were making them, and I taught her the proper way to crack an egg. LOL. By the fourth egg, she had it down.

She is the fussiest little creature--she doesn't like much, but she loved those sugar cookies! I betcha she ate at least seven of them. As we worked, she kept saying, "I just LOVE baking, Aunt Cheryl."

We used one of my vintage blue bowls...they make the best cookies ever.

The only unfortunate thing is that we sent a ton of them home with her, a plateful home with Lily and Jerry, and kept a little over a dozen for ourselves....and.....WE FORGOT TO SET SOME ASIDE FOR ERIK! So, it looks like I may be making sugar cookies again tomorrow. Sigh.

It actually went pretty fast and was enjoyable. The only issues are my inability to stand and walk. I pulled a chair over to the sink and sat on it while I did the dishes, that was the only way I could have done it.

Jerry and Lily came over to eat pizza for supper--we had to use up the pizzas that Mom had bought for Tammy's cancelled visit. Sigh. I never actually believe Tammy is coming until I see the whites of her eyes.

Shortly after Lily and Jerry arrived, Jack and Caleb came to pick up Cora. Then Jack, Jerry, and Caleb put my microwave cabinet back together again. It's in the porch. Jack hung around to visit and eat some sugar cookies. :) When he pizza came out of the oven, he and the kids went home. They go back to school tomorrow. Poor things. LOL.

I am not a big fan of pizza with meat on it. I prefer the vegetarian pizzas. This one had sausage, pepperoni, and some other kind of meat on it. It also had black olives, mushrooms, and green peppers on it. It had enough non-meat on it that I liked it. There were TONS of black olives on it, and I love black olives.

Lily and Jerry visited till about 8 pm, then they went home with a plateful of sugar cookies. Mom and I went to the basement and watched Antique Roadshow. I always find it interesting to see what people have and what it is worth. I don't have anything that is worth a ton of money. How nice it would be to find an original Ansel Adams photograph or a painting by Van Gogh, just laying around somewhere in the house. Or for $5 at a garage sale. PFFT. I never find anything of value.

I cut out a couple more outfits for the Chryssie doll. One was a silky black witch's costume. Another was a July 4th themed capris outfit. I wanted to cut out something using the St Pat's fabric, but I couldn't decide what I wanted.

When that was over, PBS had an interesting documentary about the Lincoln Highway that runs from New York to California. It was interesting, but my cats were wailing in my room and rattling the door, so I knew they were lonely for me. I hadn't been with them since early in the afternoon, so they wanted their momma.

My knee was feeling a little better, so I decided I would pop another pain pill before I got into bed. That way, by tomorrow, it should be so much better. When I bend it now, it barely hurts. Last night, if I even twitched, if felt like someone was trying to pry my kneecap off with a tire iron.

I chatted on facebook with several of my former students who needed to touch base after what happened to Rachel. That made me want to reach out to all my kids, so I posted this:

Tonight I want to reach out to all my students, whether you were from Freeborn, Claremont, Triton, or ROC. I want you to know how precious you have been to me. I want to thank you for allowing me to share in your joys and sorrows. I want to let you know how incredibly proud I am of all of you. And I also want to tell you that no matter what twists and turns your lives may take, I love you. AndI ALWAYS will love you. God bless you.

Twenty-two kids have "liked" it, and a bunch more have posted comments. Kids need to know that they are loved.

I also posted THIS on facebook, as my cousin had put this on her status. I love my cousin, but this shit just pisses me off. I KNOW she just passed it on because she thought it was funny--but it really isn't funny--especially after what happened to Congresswoman Giffords.

There is a bumper sticker making the rounds...it says "Pray for Obama. Psalms 109.8." Some of them say 109.8-13. This is what that says in the Bible:

8 May his days be few;

may another take his place of leadership.

9 May his children be fatherless

and his wife a widow.

10 May his children be wandering beggars;

may they be driven† from their ruined homes.

11 May a creditor seize all he has;

may strangers plunder the fruits of his labor.

12 May no one extend kindness to him

or take pity on his fatherless children.

13 May his descendants be cut off,

their names blotted out from the next generation.

Now, the people who put this on their cars portray themselves as Christians...but let's look at what this says:
(1) It suggests people pray to God for an early death on the President of the United States.
(2) It suggests that people pray that Obama's children be orphaned and his wife a widow.
(3) It suggests that just being orphans is not enough--people should pray that his children become homeless and that they have to rely on begging to survive...also that their home is destroyed.
(4) It suggests that people ask God to send thieves to steal everything of value that the man owns and has worked for.
(5) It suggests that people ask God to make it so NO ONE is ever kind to him again...and not only him, but his innocent orphaned children as well.
(6) It suggests that people pray that every member of his family be extinguished so that there are no more of them, ever.

And this is Christian? People who put that shit on their cars should be ashamed of themselves. Or at least, they should stop calling themselves Christians. I don't think this is what Christ would suggest we do.

Quite frankly, I don't give a shit what people think of Obama's politics. He's been a bit of a disappontment to me too....but to wish death on a man, poverty and homelessness on his children, and the complete termination of all of his descendents....that is so far past wrong that I don't even know what to call it. Evil springs to mind.

I hated George Bush Jr. with a passion and I have no respect for his drunken spawn. But I would not wish this on him and his family...and certainly would not hope that people PRAYED to ALMIGHTY GOD that these things happen to him. I might WISH an incredibly itchy crotch rash come to him....but I would NOT PRAY for it.

I realize that people probably think this is humorous and that is why they pass it on...but seriously, people. This is what is wrong with our country today--people don't just disagree with their opponents...they wish them DEAD and ERADICATED from the planet! We will never prosper as a nation or as people so long as this is our thought process.

Okay..I am stepping off my soap box now.

And that about wraps up this day here at the old Lair of Despair.

Current Mood: broken hearted
Current Location: bedroom
Current Music: the sounds of silence

I had blood tests today. They are really good at it at the clinic, so long as they use my left arm. I barely feel the needle slide in. After that, I went to the tax place and turned in my tax stuff. She did not give me an estimate on how much I am getting back. I'll call tomorrow and see if she's figured it out yet.

From there I went to Daniels and treated myself to bacon, eggs, and hash browns. And rye toast and hot tea with honey and cream. Yum. I love eating breakfast out.

When I got back to West Concord, I went to the post office and got my mail. I had two packages--one was the milk and cocoa miniatures that I bought. The Cocoa is way too big for my dolls, so I will give it to Susan's granddaughter McKenna. The milk will work--it will look like a giant sized milk, but it's okay.

When I got home, I sorted out my mail. There was a shit load of junk mail. After I sorted it out, I organized my bills, then wrote out the checks. I can't deposit my paycheck till after three pm tomorrow, which means it won't get deposited till next week as I am going to my mother's as early as I can tomorrow morning. I will have to drop the paycheck in the night deposit back when I come home on Saturday, which means I will not be able to get any cash to get me through the next two weeks.

By this time, I had to pee like a racehorse, so I hauled two baskets of laundry upstairs, peed, and then folded and put away the laundry. I washed my comforter today--it's in the dryer now--and my rugs are in the washer. I will probably have to give the comforter another session in the dryer, which means I will have to make two more trips down and up the basement stairs. My knee is aching now from all the use it got today and the last couple of days.

After I put stuff away, I lay down on my bed and looked at some email. I was suddenly extremely tired, so I slept for about two hours. Then I went back downstairs and did some more work.

I cleared off the couch and finished tidying up the dining room table. I swept the kitchen so that I wouldn't track all the crap from the kitchen into the dining room, which I had vacuumed last night. Unfortunately, I did not feel like cooking, so I made popcorn, during which process, I was trying so hard to keep the popcorn confined to the bowl I was popping it into. Somehow, I managed to joggle the hot air popper, and the lid came off and popcorn flew in every direction. Grr. Later, I dropped a hot oatmeal cookie on the floor and managed to step on it while looking for it.

I put away the clean dishes, baked two batches of cookies (chocolate chip and oatmeal raisin with cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg in them), and did dishes and wiped down everything affected by the cookie baking.

I had hoped to scrub the kitchen before I went to bed, but I just pooped out.

I bagged up the cookies. I am setting some aside to Jim and DeAnn (and Swayze, of course). I bagged up some for my friend Lisa in Texas as I intend to send off the bag of doll clothes I'm shipping down to 'Cassidy (my honorary niece), and I might as well send her some cookies too. I bagged and packaged two small bags of cookies for my friend Rick in Lyons, MI, and I intend to do the same for my friend Michael in Detroit. I got the two dolls I need to send to the Tonner doll hospital all packed up neatly and ready to mail tomorrow.

I am also sending the doll and doll clothes I have made for Dave Kelley's little granddaughter tomorrow. I have to box them up.

I just finished folding and putting on hangers the next basket of clothes I brought up. I guess that was pretty much my day.

I'm tired now and ready for bed. Wish I had the energy to go through some of my email. I'm way behind.

Sigh.

Current Mood: drained
Current Location: bedroom
Current Music: something on USA.

Today should be...interesting....

The plan for today--

Stop in Byron for gas and money order
Get the 21 Jumpstreet DVDs at Walmart.
Drop Ebay payments into the post office dropbox

Go to school--and under that category
finish cleaning off my desk surfaces,
assemble my grade book from last year and turn it in--
do all the other checkout things I didn't do in the spring
clean out and organize the drawers of my desk.
Draw out plan for rearranging room
Email my various writing stuff to myself so I can file it on THIS computer (my laptop)
Do whatever else seems needful at school

Go to Hobby Lobby for brushes for doll repainting.
Check out the fimo and sculpy.
Stop for groceries on the way home.
Put groceries away.
Do laundry
Take some pictures of the doll collection for the Doll Group.
Reread chapter 3 and see if any glaring horribleness needs to be dealt with
Rewrite chapter 4
Collapse
Expire.

That should be enough to keep me going for a while.

I'm very concerned for my little Cleveland punkins. I think I will bake cookies and send them to the kids. Cookies are always a healing item. I bet Carmen will give me her address--I can send them care of her and put her in charge of sharing them. Maybe at their next Zine meeting.

I'd send them to YOU, Jem, but I am fearful that you cannot be trusted with a box of cookies. You might use it to effect total world domination....heheheheeheh

I know that CARMEN has the strength to prevent you from wrecking devastation on the planet with those Cookies of Mass Destruction.

Bwa ha ha.

Does everyone like chocolate chip? Or is oatmeal preferrable....oooh, or ginger snaps. I make REALLY YUMMY gingersnap cookies.

Piffle. I'll just make them all. They're kids. They can eat gobs of cookies.

It's settled then. I don't think I can do it today--maybe tomorrow morning....before my painting class.

Carmen, dear? Are you willing to email me your address? cho_chiyo@yahoo.com

Current Mood: busy
Current Music: Rufus Wainwright "Evil Angel"

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