Steeks, Tums, and Blue Cypress
This afternoon I revisited the steek topic with one of the students who had signed up for my class but hadn't shown up. Turns out, she had shown up at the store on Sunday, not Saturday, with homework finished and in hand and was devastated at missing the class because of a stupid mistake. Lucky for her, that is exactly the kind of mistake I have been known to make and I understood. So I took pity on her and invited her over to the house. I popped in a couple of the crazy korean cartoon DVDs that Joe's brother Dave gave to Julie for her birthday, which she loves, and we had a couple hours of good steek-talk and ended up chatting about other stuff too. While Julie fell asleep on the living room floor. But I felt good about having shared what I knew and not having made a hugely bad judgement call about inviting a relative stranger into my house. Really, I'm not a neglectful mommy - even though I let the tv babysit my kid for over an hour till she crashed on the hard wood.
On to the Tums...I've eaten almost half a dozen of them today. The heartburn is back. I'm feeling lucky that at least for the moment they're effective. When you've got big, nasty heartburn eating up your esophogus, a handfull of minty Tums don't even taste half as bad as one would imagine.
And finally...Blue Cypress. That's the name of the color I've chosen for my office room. Joe has finally finished painting his office room, and has vowed to get mine painted before he unpacks all his junk in his room. Either this is a huge and beautiful sacrifice on his part, given that he's been separated from his CD collection since May; or he's procrastinating on figuring out just how to squeeze his mountains of junk into the tiny room that is his new office. I suppose it could be a mixture of the two motivations, but I'm choosing to believe that it's purely the former. He's being generous and helping me get my little life back at the same time he gets his. And so, the deadline is finally here. I had to decide on a paint color. It's been hard enough picking out paint for every other damned room in the house in a two-month window, not to mention having just picked out paint for the entire old house less than six months ago. But for some reason, this room has been just about the hardest so far.
It feels good to have finally made a decision, for better or for worse. Elizabeth, I promise I won't drag you over here on a Sunday afternoon to quell my panick attack the way I did a few months ago over the upstairs hallway paint color. After all, that one turned out just fine, and Joe will be here this time doing the actual painting so I won't have to freak out by myself as the first layer goes on. I can't wait to be done painting and unpacking in here. And then we will only have two bathrooms, the hallway, and tiny foyer left to go. Wahoo!
On to the Tums...I've eaten almost half a dozen of them today. The heartburn is back. I'm feeling lucky that at least for the moment they're effective. When you've got big, nasty heartburn eating up your esophogus, a handfull of minty Tums don't even taste half as bad as one would imagine.
And finally...Blue Cypress. That's the name of the color I've chosen for my office room. Joe has finally finished painting his office room, and has vowed to get mine painted before he unpacks all his junk in his room. Either this is a huge and beautiful sacrifice on his part, given that he's been separated from his CD collection since May; or he's procrastinating on figuring out just how to squeeze his mountains of junk into the tiny room that is his new office. I suppose it could be a mixture of the two motivations, but I'm choosing to believe that it's purely the former. He's being generous and helping me get my little life back at the same time he gets his. And so, the deadline is finally here. I had to decide on a paint color. It's been hard enough picking out paint for every other damned room in the house in a two-month window, not to mention having just picked out paint for the entire old house less than six months ago. But for some reason, this room has been just about the hardest so far.
It feels good to have finally made a decision, for better or for worse. Elizabeth, I promise I won't drag you over here on a Sunday afternoon to quell my panick attack the way I did a few months ago over the upstairs hallway paint color. After all, that one turned out just fine, and Joe will be here this time doing the actual painting so I won't have to freak out by myself as the first layer goes on. I can't wait to be done painting and unpacking in here. And then we will only have two bathrooms, the hallway, and tiny foyer left to go. Wahoo!
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