previous // April 21, 2008
// 8:23 a.m. // next
I'm glad I've started waking up early lately. With the nice weather and all, I get to enjoy sunshine... and screaming, crying tenants. Right now, it sounds like the youngest (a girl of 6? 7?) is bawling her heart out because she's too damn lazy/stubborn/something to get moving for school. And mom, in classic hillbilly fashion, is screaming at her in an attempt to get her to cooperate. I know it's the first day back from break -- in which they were largely absent/quiet -- but holy hell... you catch more flies with honey than vinegar. If anything I'm getting a great education on how not to parent (as if I didn't get enough of a hands-on experience from TL and her mothering (dis)abilities; not that I'm slandering my sister necessarily, but she's no June Cleaver).
We never did make it to the farm. I was up early for a Saturday -- around 9:30-ish -- and let MB sleep, since he's been a busy little bee and deserved it. I puttered quietly and read a book, occasionally cooing to the cat and eventually around noon convinced her to go wake up Daddy. She complied happily by hopping up on his side of the bed, got within milimeters of his face, and yelled. That's my girl!
Since we got a late start, I didn't see much point in going up to the farm. MB pushed it for a bit, but I stated that by the time we got up there and actually got his mother going, we'd have to come right back to be ready for our guests to arrive. Plus, she has a way of dragging out us leaving, so we wouldn't get much work done. He conceded and called Mom C, and I think he ended up seeing the merit in my logic. We got this place looking decent and ready for guests.
Turns out, practically everyone bailed. Only C and her husband showed. So we played hearts for a while, then walked the few blocks up to another former co-worker, JC's. He just moved in, so we got the grand tour. Definitely not our average poker night.
It's now almost 9 a.m. (despite what the timestamp says on this page) and I still have essays to read. But they're not research papers, so it'll be a breeze. I just have to remember to grade out of 25 and not 100. As of today, there are 7 classes left for both sections. Yow! In a way, it's scary, because that means only 7 classes left until this gravy train ends. Ugh. This is why I need one of the ones I interviewed for to kick in.
Guess I'd better go earn my dough,
Ter
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