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Dec. 21st, 2002 09:12 pmWell if you don't like the wind, we can always send some of the sand that's in the air. After taking the dog out my hair felt like straw, and i felt as if my face was covered with dirt, and by gum, it was. Go figger.
Today was a good day at work. Except for my one student. He will drive me to distraction before the semester officially ends. And wouldn't you know it, his name is Osama. And he is so very very thick. He does not deserve to be in university. At least not in an English speaking faculty. When i get finished with him, i feel the need to pinch something, or someone.
Tomorrow is finals day. My grades are done, just need to put them on the grade sheet. Half done with the staff evaluation meetings. Not so bad as i expected. Of course i have good people working with me. That does make a difference. And so far, everyone has agreed with my evaluations of them. Where i have made comments, they knew exactly what i was referring to.
Just got a phone call from N. She is coming for dinner on Christmas. That makes 11 for dinner. We did the shopping for dinner today. The turkey is now in the fridge thawing. And veil's sweet potato souffle recipe is on the cupboard door.
Master and i are finishing up the front room. As i expected all things are going in the back room. i am beginning to understand. He is the optimist, i am the realist. i have to learn that He honestly believes what He says and has every intention of carrying it out. He just does not reconcile Himself that life will get in the way. We come home from work and right away the dog has to go out to run, we get back and it's time for dinner, i finish the kitchen work, and it's time to talk to Daughter and He is busy doing work or talking to His family. By 8:00 i am ready to be done working and need to chill. He does too. Things don't get done as quickly as He would like. Nor i.
i understand, i don't like it, and i don't deal with it well, but i now can say i understand. i hate being old. Someone should just take me out and shoot me and put me out of my misery.
Today was a good day at work. Except for my one student. He will drive me to distraction before the semester officially ends. And wouldn't you know it, his name is Osama. And he is so very very thick. He does not deserve to be in university. At least not in an English speaking faculty. When i get finished with him, i feel the need to pinch something, or someone.
Tomorrow is finals day. My grades are done, just need to put them on the grade sheet. Half done with the staff evaluation meetings. Not so bad as i expected. Of course i have good people working with me. That does make a difference. And so far, everyone has agreed with my evaluations of them. Where i have made comments, they knew exactly what i was referring to.
Just got a phone call from N. She is coming for dinner on Christmas. That makes 11 for dinner. We did the shopping for dinner today. The turkey is now in the fridge thawing. And veil's sweet potato souffle recipe is on the cupboard door.
Master and i are finishing up the front room. As i expected all things are going in the back room. i am beginning to understand. He is the optimist, i am the realist. i have to learn that He honestly believes what He says and has every intention of carrying it out. He just does not reconcile Himself that life will get in the way. We come home from work and right away the dog has to go out to run, we get back and it's time for dinner, i finish the kitchen work, and it's time to talk to Daughter and He is busy doing work or talking to His family. By 8:00 i am ready to be done working and need to chill. He does too. Things don't get done as quickly as He would like. Nor i.
i understand, i don't like it, and i don't deal with it well, but i now can say i understand. i hate being old. Someone should just take me out and shoot me and put me out of my misery.
