I've been busy today. I've vaccuumed the entire house. I've done several loads of laundry. I've changed the bedding, the linens, and the tablecloth. I've taken the dog to the vet with John. I've cleaned all the cat-related items. I've dutifully recorded what I've eaten. I've made plans for getting together with most of my friends before school starts (I forsee a semester with very little socializing since I'm taking two classes). I've played with each pet for a while, making sure they have private attention from me so no one feels left out. I've answered email, worked on my bad Georgian romance, done some serious talking about what vacation we can afford this year (Australia looks like a go if I can find a way to keep the costs down).
So why don't I feel like I've accomplished anything? This is the drawback of spending one's day doing chores, actually. You go, and go, and go, and then the house is tidy but it's dark out and you wonder where the day went. I feel dissatisfied.
It didn't help that the hostess at Chevy's saw my Wuthering Heights CC sweatshirt tonight and asked me if I taught at the college. Grrrrr. I can't wait to lose 60 pounds and stop looking like someone's granny. This matronly look is the absolute pits. I want people to be unsure of my age, not asking if I'm a teacher or if the cute, trendy shoes I'm buying are for my daughter.
We got some unexpected news at the vet. Jasper isn't 5 years old like they said at the shelter. He's either 6 or 7, and he has a heart murmur. We had his chest x-rayed and his heart is definitely enlarged, though only slightly and we can control the situation with medication. I'm not wild about our new vet, I must say. He tends to offer worst case scenarios, implies that we might be the sort of people who don't care about our animals because we are shocked by how much medications and treatments cost, and doesn't have a very comforting demeanor. But I think he's good at what he does, and screw him if he doesn't believe we love our dog enough to accept him with the condition he has. Jasper's a good little guy. So maybe we'll only have him five or seven years instead of ten. Those will be fun years for all of us, and he deserves a family who loves him for the remaining time he has. I'm optimistic. Look how well he's settled in with us. He gets along with the cats beautifully, he loves his crate and his living room bed, and he slept downstairs last night by himself even though we've taken down all the gates. No howling, no whining, no whimpering. He came upstairs in the morning at 7:30, the exact time John has been walking him for the last six days. He's a smart cookie.
But he still isn't wild about the camera.
Well, maybe I'm feeling a bit better now. The house does look nice, and tomorrow I'm spending the afternoon at Shelly's looking at her photos from Thailand and Cambodia. John got the new keyboard to work and it's a pleasure to type now. On Wednesday I have my follow up visit with my therapist, whom I haven't seen since December 19th, and will officially graduate from the sessions. There's no ceremony, that's just what psychologists call it. Later that evening Trish Homis, aka Koroshiya, is coming over after Macworld to spend the night and plan our next trip to Las Vegas. The following weekend I get my hair cut, hang out with Lynn Peril, and have coffee with Diane Hidy (though not all on the same day). On Monday the 14th classes start and I have a whole new semester to entertain you with.
My last general education class is titled "Ethnic History of California" but I don't really know what that involves. Miwoks and Mexicans, I guess. I look forward to it, I love history courses. And my other course is learning Photoshop so maybe I'll be doing some cool new graphics for you. Or not, I like the simplicity of Aries Moon, it makes for an easy, fast download. But at least I'll learn to make better .jpgs of my photos so not every picture looks greenish. I am especially pleased to be taking a creative course along with a typical book and paper oriented course.
Oh, and my brother's coming up at the end of January because I've engaged him to paint three rooms. I'm finally going to get my colored walls and stop feeling like I live in a rental unit. I guess I'd better start haunting the paint stores for paint samples. I'm already sure of the colors downstairs, though. Deep persimmon for the living room, pale golden wheat for the dining room, and black glossy trim. I'll put up some curtains or valances in exotic colors and patterns after it's all done: ruby, orange, celadon, gold. I want color, and lots of it.
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