so tiiiiired... but not unhappy, at least
Dec. 30th, 2005 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7I arrived back in Buffalo at abour 2 am yesterday, having stayed to just one more dinner at home. My mother's cooking is, of course, the sort of thing it is worth doing such things for.
Home was absolutely wonderful, and for the most part we did absolutely nothing while there, but there was some productive puttering. Z got Dad to teach him all about carburetors, which further endeared him to my father (for those who weren't reading this blog way back then, I might mention that one of Dad's first responses to Z was, "He doesn't know anything about cars? How can a boy not know anything about cars?!!" Which is less sexist than you might think, as Dad's response to a girl who is utterly ignorant about cars is largely that this is a fairly common condition perpetuated by a faulty society and is one which can certainly be remedied. I might also mention that this in no way made him resistant to liking Z, it just confused him, as prior to this revelation Z had proven himself to be a very well-rounded and quick-on-the-uptake sort).
Z and Dad do putter well together, which is nice. And sort of, I dunno, domestic.
I have so very much to blog, and simply don't have the time. I'm quite tired-- today wasn't exactly busy, at work, but it was full of the sorts of small-scale chaos that make the job very wearying. And so I am sleepy in the extreme. And oh yes.
Z's mom called him yesterday but upon discovering that he was not in Buffalo, said that we should call her when we were there, and that something had happened-- but Z was asleep when he answered the phone and so had absolutely no idea what. So finally this morning at a reasonable hour we got in touch with her and discovered that Aunt Matilda had died. This is Z's grandmother's foster-sister, to whom the house in which we live belongs. She was 91, blind, confined to a wheelchair, and rather annoyed I think that pretty much everyone she loved was already dead and had left her behind. Which is, I suppose, in stark contrast to the other death this holiday season-- the little brother of one of my junior-high friends was killed in a car accident at 2 am on Christmas Eve, and it was bad enough that his wake didn't even have a casket present at it. Very grim, and I couldn't quite bring myself to go. This is the third son of my mother's group of Mom-friends to die unexpectedly, which made for rather a quiet holiday season in our small community.
Other wonderful things about home included, of course, Scout and the cats. Photos will be posted soonish. And we did spend one mid-day happily wandering around my natal city of Troy, being exceedingly pleased indeed at how very thoroughly it has been transformed into a somewhat bustling downtown area, due entirely to a grassroots citizens' effort spearheaded by a close friend of the family. You see these little stickers everywhere that say "enjoy troy", which is really just precious. Given that it was an utter shithole all through my childhood, it's really amazing to even consider it now.
So we have to re-bid the shifts for work. The slow season is upon us, and it has been determined that there ought only to be 9 full-time employees. Given that at the moment, there are 13, this is going to cause some trauma. But I am actively considering dropping two days, and only working 3 days a week. I really... I almost think I could afford that. I am a bit trepidatious, but it is so very appealing... the only tiny hang-up is health insurance, in that I would have none.
But I could do so much in the time I would have off, I think it might be worth it. I am really thinking about it. I should make a poll.
1) Should I drop to part-time?
2) Should I take this free time and devote it to novel-writing?
3) Should I use the newfound free time to get an internship at Z's magazine instead and learn about print publishing and expand my resume?
These are the things I am pondering, and I will when less sleepy make a proper poll out of them.
Meanwhile Z is in the next room triumphant that he has managed to hack his iPod to make it into the installer disk for his new Christmas-present copy of Tiger. (OS 10.4)
Home was absolutely wonderful, and for the most part we did absolutely nothing while there, but there was some productive puttering. Z got Dad to teach him all about carburetors, which further endeared him to my father (for those who weren't reading this blog way back then, I might mention that one of Dad's first responses to Z was, "He doesn't know anything about cars? How can a boy not know anything about cars?!!" Which is less sexist than you might think, as Dad's response to a girl who is utterly ignorant about cars is largely that this is a fairly common condition perpetuated by a faulty society and is one which can certainly be remedied. I might also mention that this in no way made him resistant to liking Z, it just confused him, as prior to this revelation Z had proven himself to be a very well-rounded and quick-on-the-uptake sort).
Z and Dad do putter well together, which is nice. And sort of, I dunno, domestic.
I have so very much to blog, and simply don't have the time. I'm quite tired-- today wasn't exactly busy, at work, but it was full of the sorts of small-scale chaos that make the job very wearying. And so I am sleepy in the extreme. And oh yes.
Z's mom called him yesterday but upon discovering that he was not in Buffalo, said that we should call her when we were there, and that something had happened-- but Z was asleep when he answered the phone and so had absolutely no idea what. So finally this morning at a reasonable hour we got in touch with her and discovered that Aunt Matilda had died. This is Z's grandmother's foster-sister, to whom the house in which we live belongs. She was 91, blind, confined to a wheelchair, and rather annoyed I think that pretty much everyone she loved was already dead and had left her behind. Which is, I suppose, in stark contrast to the other death this holiday season-- the little brother of one of my junior-high friends was killed in a car accident at 2 am on Christmas Eve, and it was bad enough that his wake didn't even have a casket present at it. Very grim, and I couldn't quite bring myself to go. This is the third son of my mother's group of Mom-friends to die unexpectedly, which made for rather a quiet holiday season in our small community.
Other wonderful things about home included, of course, Scout and the cats. Photos will be posted soonish. And we did spend one mid-day happily wandering around my natal city of Troy, being exceedingly pleased indeed at how very thoroughly it has been transformed into a somewhat bustling downtown area, due entirely to a grassroots citizens' effort spearheaded by a close friend of the family. You see these little stickers everywhere that say "enjoy troy", which is really just precious. Given that it was an utter shithole all through my childhood, it's really amazing to even consider it now.
So we have to re-bid the shifts for work. The slow season is upon us, and it has been determined that there ought only to be 9 full-time employees. Given that at the moment, there are 13, this is going to cause some trauma. But I am actively considering dropping two days, and only working 3 days a week. I really... I almost think I could afford that. I am a bit trepidatious, but it is so very appealing... the only tiny hang-up is health insurance, in that I would have none.
But I could do so much in the time I would have off, I think it might be worth it. I am really thinking about it. I should make a poll.
1) Should I drop to part-time?
2) Should I take this free time and devote it to novel-writing?
3) Should I use the newfound free time to get an internship at Z's magazine instead and learn about print publishing and expand my resume?
These are the things I am pondering, and I will when less sleepy make a proper poll out of them.
Meanwhile Z is in the next room triumphant that he has managed to hack his iPod to make it into the installer disk for his new Christmas-present copy of Tiger. (OS 10.4)
