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Jul. 15th, 2003 09:05 pmToday was a bit of heaven. Ms. Pest didn't come before class, she only asked one question before the quizz, and she didn't bother me after class. Some used to ask the question, Is this heaven and the answer was, No it's Iowa. Today if anyone asked me is this Kuwait? I would say no, this is heaven.
Put more money into the money pit on wheels. i stopped by the volvo dealership to pay the little bit of bill left from yesterday. Emerson is not perfect, but is better than he has been for along time. Next winter, during break, for which i am not going to be staying in this country, i will have the engine rebuilt and a new carburator put on. Gad i wish it was as easy to make money as it is to spend it on this car.
The weekend begins tomorrrow. i have no idea what it holds. Some paper grading for sure and maybe a trip to the ikea store. i can hope for some pain but i believe the hope shines dim.
Tonight as i was cleaning the kitchen after dinner, i got myself into a snit. Good thing i had lots of time to myself so i could get over it. Sometimes i get a bit fussy about Master's tidiness level among other things. Tonight got up my nose. The table was set, the food was on it, and He decides He wants lemonaide for dinner. So the meal i lovingly prepared for Him to eat hot was luke warm by the time He got the lemonaide made. Why couldn't He have made that decision 15 minutes earlier? i would have had time to make it for Him and He could have eaten the meal as it had been prepared.
He does this all the time. He says be ready and at the door. i am, and i have to stand and wait while He does something that is absolutely not required before the errand is run.
We had a pleasant, but cold meal, and i cleared the table and went into the kitchen. The mess He had made making the lemonaide made me want to cry. He couldn't even get the spoon He stirred it with into the sink. He does the job half way. He will empty the garbage, but not bother to put in a new bag. And before i can get there to do it, He will have dumped something messy in the wastebasket, and i have to clean it. He will cook, and not be able to get the egg shells past the sink. This is a pitty party, and i got over it before i left the kitchen but it gets up my nose how inconsiderate He is. It does not make Him less dominant, but if He could just use common sense, it would sure make His life easier. i mean really, why clean up a mess twice, when it could be done once.
i'm done.
Put more money into the money pit on wheels. i stopped by the volvo dealership to pay the little bit of bill left from yesterday. Emerson is not perfect, but is better than he has been for along time. Next winter, during break, for which i am not going to be staying in this country, i will have the engine rebuilt and a new carburator put on. Gad i wish it was as easy to make money as it is to spend it on this car.
The weekend begins tomorrrow. i have no idea what it holds. Some paper grading for sure and maybe a trip to the ikea store. i can hope for some pain but i believe the hope shines dim.
Tonight as i was cleaning the kitchen after dinner, i got myself into a snit. Good thing i had lots of time to myself so i could get over it. Sometimes i get a bit fussy about Master's tidiness level among other things. Tonight got up my nose. The table was set, the food was on it, and He decides He wants lemonaide for dinner. So the meal i lovingly prepared for Him to eat hot was luke warm by the time He got the lemonaide made. Why couldn't He have made that decision 15 minutes earlier? i would have had time to make it for Him and He could have eaten the meal as it had been prepared.
He does this all the time. He says be ready and at the door. i am, and i have to stand and wait while He does something that is absolutely not required before the errand is run.
We had a pleasant, but cold meal, and i cleared the table and went into the kitchen. The mess He had made making the lemonaide made me want to cry. He couldn't even get the spoon He stirred it with into the sink. He does the job half way. He will empty the garbage, but not bother to put in a new bag. And before i can get there to do it, He will have dumped something messy in the wastebasket, and i have to clean it. He will cook, and not be able to get the egg shells past the sink. This is a pitty party, and i got over it before i left the kitchen but it gets up my nose how inconsiderate He is. It does not make Him less dominant, but if He could just use common sense, it would sure make His life easier. i mean really, why clean up a mess twice, when it could be done once.
i'm done.
