meirwen_1988: (morning person)

Very eventful four days--actually, the whole week is a blur. Conference last Monday (mixed review); strange Tuesday; Eastern Star and other things on Wednesday; biopsy Thursday; Dr.'s call (qualified "all clear"), Assistant Dean's call, and graduation Friday; drive to Buffalo for Weaselmas on Saturday; drive home and missing Haakon's fabulous party on Sunday; brunch with Ruth and Phil today, and soon leaving for OES rehearsal; tomorrow is in-service--wash, rinse, repeat Wednesday and Thursday; OES "Big Deal"Tuesday night; 3 meetings (including President's thank-you lunch) on Friday; drive to Long Lake on Saturday. I'm tired just thinking about it.

meirwen_1988: (girlhawk)
So, back in the Fall I asked for a jury duty postponement until May. Got the new summons. For May 20. Okay, annoying that it was for the day of a conference I was supposed to attend. And even more annoying that if I got called to serve it would be during my summer class.

What really tore it, though, is that on the 23rd I have a second biopsy. Other breast. The fun never ends. Which I really can't move since it is already as late as the doctor is willing to go. He understood why I wanted to do it then, and since this is more of a "let's make sure it's the same as the one in the left" and not "Oh my God, we'd better find out what this is!" But since the one on the left was a tumor, albeit benign, and not something cysty or calciumy or scarry, he wants to be sure. Okay. Got it. I would rather be safe.

So, called the Commissioner of Jurors. When she understood it was a non-elective procedure, she was quite helpful. New start date is July 2. I'll take whatever, whenever. Apparently there are a couple of trials scheduled for July, so it's likely, and that would be lovely. July or August would be perfect for me.

In other news my students today were stunned--stunned I say, when they realized we only have two more classes for the Tuesday/Thursday schedule. We have 5 for the Monday/Wednesday/Friday crowd. As Jubal Early would say, "Does that seem right to you?"

Tonight Duchezz and I work on her letter for OES, because our Matron and Secretary couldn't do their damn jobs themselves, I grade, she collapses, since she got in from Amsterdam (NY) last night at 1 AM--they made the "Big Announcement" about her state position to our District. Now the endorsement letter goes out, and in October, barring something really wonky, her name will go forward in the uncontested ballot. And then life gets interesting, because, gee, it wasn't before.

Okay, time to get back to work.
meirwen_1988: (tired)
This morning I woke from a not terrific night's sleep and reached over for the snooze button. As I pressed it, twice (thus making it a 20 minute, not 10 minute snooze), I thought to myself, "Just 20 minutes, then get through the day, because tomorrow is Saturday, and you can sleep in, and Friday is an easy day."

Twenty minutes later the alarm went off again, and as I threw back the covers to get up I realized, "Fuck. It's Tuesday."

Today and tomorrow are nightmares, Thursday I get half covered in papers, and Friday I get the rest. End of the semester--you're drowning in it.

*glub* *glub* *grrgggggllll.....*
meirwen_1988: (scifi)
So, today we had a meeting. Two of us were on one campus, two others were on our other campus.

IT was supposed to set up Go to Meeting (which we've used before), but A) it wasn't set up before our start time, B) when they did come to set it up the laptop they brought wouldn't load, and C) when I brought mine it connected fine, but since I'm on a low priority list for tech (being a humanist and all) it has neither microphone nor camera. So, we could see them, but they couldn't see or hear us using GtM.

Of course, while we were dealing with A and B above, the meeting organizer asked if either of the members at the remote site had an iPhone.

They did (a version in the 4 range), so we used her iPhone and his using FaceTime.

Next time, we're just going to bring iPads and use FaceTime and skip the entire issue with IT and Go to Meeting.

It was surreal. And cool.

(And GtM dropped out halfway through, even when it had been set up so we could at least see them on something larger than the iPhone screen.)
meirwen_1988: (brain)
Brought home materials to work on promotion packet (that is due a week from tomorrow). Got just so far and folded. Thought, okay, I'll grade papers and work on the packet tomorrow.

Papers I apparently failed to bring home.

That I planned to hand back Monday.

Looks like an early night so I can have an early morning.

Sometimes I want to kick me.
meirwen_1988: (Default)
Well, I do, but none of the ones that come to mind are quite right. My favorite t-shirt is a Cinderella (in her brown skirt), but usually my busy is a lot less like that than something else. There are the crazy, office-centric pulling the hair out. Errr, nope, not that. There are the crazy-lady cooking, talking on the phone, working on the computer still in her pumps and pencil skirt while a toddler is crawling up one leg and a dog peeing on the other. Nope. Not me.

Anyway, today is "catch up" day. I'm in the office, because I was at a conference yesterday. (Actually, a good one, for all it got sprung on me at the last minute and makes me all nervous since there are some implications of my being sent, especially given who else went, but that's a worry for another day.) Once I've caught up here, there's a chance of dinner with friends, then home to try to make some order out of chaos.

Tomorrow will be more of the same, with an emphasis on de-nuding the dining room so that Massive Destruction for Renewal(TM) can happen starting Thursday. This means all of the furniture has to be either moved out, or moved to the center, so that demolition can occur on the walls without it also occuring to the glassware, plates, china cabinets, etc. *sigh* This is mostly happening while I am at the Welsh conference, but it still fills me with dread. Despite the heretofore successful interior work, as soon as you involve ladders and working on our house I am filled with dread. I know--silly, right? What could possibly go wrong?

Other catastrophic issues remain, and accelerate, but I'm not sure I can do anything about them. I'll give it one last try, but I'm not hopeful.

So, the students are back, with all their charm and whining, abilities and disabilities, hopes and sense of entitlement, humility and hubris. In short, the usual mixed bag. It's the first week, and I'm already exhausted.

The auguries--not so much with the good.

Still, my life is good on so many levels. Must remember that. If I get to see friends tonight, that will be much easier.
meirwen_1988: (Ping)
I suppose it was inevitable. Duchezz had a nasty cold. Office mate has cold (not good for someone whose sternum is still healing from being cracked open for bypass surgery). Little Pict has cold (so what if I haven't seen her since she got it--still counts).

I haz a coed. (No, not co-ed: get your mind out of the gutter!)

Which wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't the last week of my summer class when the stuff really hits the oscillating blades. Oh well--perhaps it will be gone by Pax, or when I go to the belated 80th birthday party next week. Here's hoping.

You probably don't care about this stuff )

More book and movie reviews soon, I hope.
meirwen_1988: (Inquiring minds)
Instead of what I should be doing I have spent the last hour trying to get familiar with some of the bells and whistles of Lion. The fact that various functions are controlled by how many fingers you have on the trackpad is...interesting. I think I'll ultimately find it useful. Right now it is just...interesting.

In other news, by noon tomorrow all of my students' work must be in, at which time I will bury myself in the grading process. Today is just trying to draw a few deep breaths in preparation for the plunge.
meirwen_1988: (Gibbs-smack)
So, last night, on the way home, too fried to care, I noticed that the gas gauge would soon be lit up by the oh-so-helpful little gas-pump-shaped light. But, I thought, if I have to I'll get fuel in the morning. I might even have enough to get to work and I can do it after.

Came home, graded late, which meant I didn't wind down until after midnight. Awake at usual 5:30ish. Came down groggy. Duchezz was running late. Chaos ensued.

Duchezz put a check on the table for me to deposit at bank this afternoon, which, miracle of miracles, I saw. I put it in my wallet (now if I could only find the reimbursement check I got from Elwyn this weekend. Alas-no.), grabbed my tea and went upstairs.

Got dressed, headed to work. Checked the temperature and forecast and saw I could wear a lighter coat today, so put yesterday's back on the rack and grabbed a jacket. Out the door before 8 (which is good since there were papers I wanted to grade to hand back at 9:30). Actually made it to Utica without the helpful little light coming on. So, as I made the turn off Valley View I reached into my purse to grab my wallet so I could get out the ID card that lets me into the parking lot.

No. Wallet.

And a quiet, all-consuming panic set in. Not because I couldn't park--it was early enough I was able to find a spot in the unassigned lot. No--it's because...TA DA!!! I'm on empty and have. no. money. See, my cash was in the pocket...of the coat I wore yesterday.

And my debit card is in the wallet (which I finally calmed down enough to realize must be on the dining room table).

And my ID is in my wallet--so I can't even go to the bank and make a withdrawal at the counter. Not to mention driving without my license.

So, the first thing I do when I get to campus, instead of grading the papers, is rifle my desk for spare change. I tend to drop it in a cup in my drawer those few times I buy coffee. Thank G-d! You know, if you do that for a few years in a row, the change adds up--$7 worth in fact. Which was enough for a gallon and a half of gas, enough to get me home.

Where my beautiful wallet was, right on the dining room table, under the morning paper that I'd carelessly put on top of it while I ate my breakfast this AM.

Yes, this was just the stress I needed on top of the other. Not to mention last week of classes.

So, I'm going to drink a cuppa, pet the kitties and puppies, and then...head back to Utica for my afternoon appointments. I think tonight there will be less grading and more wine.
meirwen_1988: (embroider)
Way behind on the books list. I have Echoes of Betrayal to review, and two novellas (including a Matthew Pearl), and am nearly done with the first volume of the Obsidian Trilogy. Soon, I hope.

The Spring semester is almost over--so what's with the below freezing temperatures? Sheesh. Students are panicked, I'm in pain. What else is new.

Dramah has reared its ugly head. Partially self-inflicted, but realizing that doesn't fix anything. Armoring up, checking weapons, hoping I can pull it off. There will be bruises--I'd just like to end the fight something other than crippled.

Event tomorrow. Here's hoping it goes well (as in fun--attendance is virtually guaranteed to be low). Best stop typing--those twinges in my upper arms shouldn't be ignored.
meirwen_1988: (writing)
I recently returned from a conference in Philadelphia. Our transportation to the conference, where we stayed, all the monies for room and conference fees, were taken care of by the college. We were on our own for gas, parking, food and incidentals, though we can put in reimbursement requests for most of that.

The conference was an innovations in education themed event, with presentations and roundtables, all about innovation in the community college and its classrooms. Predictably, most of the sessions focused on the use of technology to invigorate learning, power better learning techniques, present information, enhance knowledge, make assessment easier (both at the classroom and institution level). In short, it was full of the tech geeks of education. You had people who rely on their Smartphones, iPads, laptops, and access to the wide wonderful wireless world in order to function.

The conference was held at the Marriot Downtown/Convention Center. Which is a "business" hotel--in short, the majority of patrons are placed there by businesses, where the business pays all fees, etc.--like parking and, wait for it....wireless access. In the entire hotel there were two "hotspots"--one in the Starbucks off the lobby, and one in a little raised area that seated about 50 (the conference attendees were upwards of 1400). There was NO access in any of the conference rooms--which made it difficult for many of the presenters since their presentations were designed around links to the web that they couldn't access. The conference did set up a set of laptops so that conference attendees could check their email. Otherwise, it was $12.98 a day to have internet access in your room. Those were your options.

The irony burns.

Then, our happy little band had other problems. There was a communication failure between the funding and the hotel's computer, that meant some of us couldn't check in (that was settled within a couple of hours, but it was very unwelcome after 7 hours in a car and one of us having not eaten in 14). We also hadn't been warned that this hotel, unlike others where I've attended conferences on the college's dime, required each of us to use one of our own debit ($25 hold, per day--there 5 days, $125 hold) or credit cards (ummmm--don't have one!) to have on file for "incidental expenses." Unlike the VP with her AmEx card, that put a serious dent in some of our abilities to, well, eat. Also, unlike most of the conferences I have attended, parking in the hotel's garage was an additional charge-$38 a day in this case, rather than comped for those with rooms in the hotel. And in the past when using a college vehicle the college's fleet gas cards were provided. When we opened the envelope there were no cards, so again, an unplanned expense. While none of these were unreasonable (we'll get reimbursed for the gas and parking), and spread between four fully employed adults, they were unexpected, and at least one of us did not have the resources to adjust.

As I look back on the experience though, I think it would have been helpful, if annoying, to have a debriefing session back at the college where our "Fearless Leader," okay, not him, but the VP under whose auspices we went, had said, "Now you know how students feel."

Let me see if I can explain what I mean.

Showing up at the desk, having done "everything right," and being told, despite our paperwork showing that we'd done "everything right," being told we can't check in because the money isn't showing up is like the student who does all the work for financial aid and goes to register and is told she can't because her "financial aid hasn't come through yet." There she is, with all her life in her car, her classes planned, and she gets deregistered and put through emotional hell, because some piece of paperwork got lost in some office somewhere between her and the college. It isn't her fault, it isn't the college's fault, but her impulse is to take it out on either the person who organized everything or the person who has just given her the bad news.

Then there is the student who doesn't make a pest of themselves to inquire about every little fee, every little possible difference between this new college and the college she last attended. Is wireless included in my dorm fee, or do I have to pay extra? Can I park on campus, and is there an additional college parking fee? She gets there, thinking everything is covered, because at her last college all those things were rolled into her dorm fee, and at her brother's college they are, too, so that must be true here, too. Right? No. So now she either has to come up with parking money on top of everything else, and she can't get wireless in her room because she didn't pay the fee, and she can't until she gets her refund check from her loan. Or she could park on the street--5 blocks away, and hope her car doesn't get stolen, towed, or broken into. And remember to move it so she doesn't get tickets. Joy. So she pays for parking, and that cuts into her food for the next two weeks, because she doesn't have enough to sign up for the meal plan, and she's left with only $50 for two weeks, and all the food on campus is SO expensive and she can't cook in her room--there isn't even a refrigeratior, unless she rents one of those! And now she's mad that the college didn't make information clearer in the literature, and mad at herself for not asking annoying questions, because she hates the tone people use when they answer her.

So she checks in to the dorm, after parking her car, and the room is wonderful. And she likes her professors, but she still has to finish the online work from her summer class, because that semester is still going on, even though she's at her new college because unlike half the people at her new school, she isn't on break--she still has work. But she doesn't have wireless in her room, so she has to either haul her laptop off campus to somewhere like Barnes and Noble or Starbucks, and spend money she doesn't have to drink something so she can work there and not be thrown out, or she has to use one of the open labs on campus, and hope there is a computer free. And there are governors on how much data she can use for free, and if she uses too much, it shuts her down and she has to pay an additional access fee. Or maybe she can find people who have access in their room, and use theirs, but she's not that desperate yet.

But she's stressed, and annoyed, and feels jerked around. Because communication was bad, things didn't work as promised, or things were not as expected.

I see those students every fall, and every spring. And I saw people just like them at the conference--they were my colleagues. They were the face in my mirror. I hope those professors and deans, the next time they see a student dealing with the same issues, remember how it felt to be in a strange place, feeling helpless and a little bit betrayed by those they trusted and a system that seemed designed to defeat them. It's not about fault, it's not about blame, and it's usually not about "fixing" it. It's about empathy. It's about compassion. It's about looking them in the eye, and saying, "I understand," and having that be true.
meirwen_1988: (tired)
What I would like to do:

Eat dinner, wax a bit philosophical on LJ, and then read Legacy of the Force: Fury in my cozy bed with a purring kitty, and turn the light out around 10.

What I will do:

Eat dinner, grade papers, try to contact candidates to schedule interviews, send an email to my colleagues who are A) too lazy or B) too technophobic to do things themselves because the VP asked me to help them out, and grade papers, and go to bed around midnight and turn the light out around 1.

Well, at least I found the phone. Oh, look, that's the timer saying my TV dinner is done. Ta ta for now.

Too much

Feb. 24th, 2012 02:34 pm
meirwen_1988: (tired)
I have a job I mostly like. I do it in a clean, reasonably safe environment (the occasional threats to life and limb from students are few and far between), with mostly smart, compassionate people who I like and who seem to tolerate me well.

And right now I'm tired, and just want to lay down and ignore it all until next September. Which is inconvenient as there are nine weeks left in this semester, and the Fall semester starts in August. But, well, it's what I want--not what I'll have.

Part of it is that I've been cornered into a few responsibilities that are sapping my energy. When you're already working 60-80 hours a week (that's my teaching load--6 courses, at minimum expectation of 10 hours work per week, classroom time included), plus required committee work, adding more on makes life unusually challenging. And then I was asked to be one of the faculty delegates to a conference, and we are expected to put in grant proposals triggered by something we pick up at the conference. And then yesterday I got a note from a VP's AdminAsst saying the VP needed to meet with me today. WTH? Turns out a team I'm on is doing things right, and now she wants me to help the other two teams working on the same project. Did I mention we're all but done, and they haven't even started?

And then there's the chairing the one committee I didn't even agree to be on. Thank you, Universe--it isn't enough that I keep forgetting to say "No": could you stop with the gratuitous piling on.

And it isn't like I don't have 120 papers to grade--this weekend.

I'm at that state of punch drunk tired where I can't even motivate myself to leave the office. It's too much work to pack up.

Oh, yeah. I forgot. The computer picked up something and they want to re-image it. Again. Because actually going in and trying to find the virus and get rid of it, and leave my data intact, is too much trouble/requires a skill-set they don't have. So, instead, they're going to "re-image." Well, the last two times that didn't get rid of the virus, because they don't actually go in and wipe the hard drive. They just write-over everything. Ummm---even I know that ain't the same thing. But it's what they'll do. And I'll have to rebuild everything (except Firefox, because I got sync--if I can remember to write down the username and password), and what I don't have backed up on DVD from iTunes is in the iCloud now. But it is still a pain in the sweetcheeks. And it will degrade again, and they'll have to do it again. This is getting VERY old.

Well, time to finish my tea and face the packing up. I know compared to radiation treatments, disassembled kitchens, mums with the awful, that my life is pretty sunny right now. In a world with death, disease, and destruction, I'm doing okay. But a little whine is good for the soul, or so they tell me.

A nice, dry, Spanish white would suit me very well right now. Or at least when I don't have to drive anywhere.
meirwen_1988: (tired)
Because of a massive amount of work that needs to be done for Monday (why did all the committee meetings hit next week?), I wanted to get a lot accomplished today.

Well, put that down to good intentions.

I appear to have the attention span of a flea today. I'm going to put it down to still being under the weather (stupid body) and genuinely exhausted from the dramah with the car and other issues. But, still, the impulse to beat myself up about it is rather strong.

So, I'll take the puppies out one last time, feed the kitties, and go to bed. The morning will see me heading off to the store to get the butter I thought we had, that was in fact a half empty box, and then come home and try to get some work done around making a birthday cake and birthday dinner for Duchezz.

I see a long Sunday ahead, so I think I'd better make it a short Saturday--and since it's been such a success so far it isn't like that's a problem.
meirwen_1988: (Strong)
Today is the last unstructured day before the semester begins in earnest.

There are things I need to do, things I want to do, only some of which cancel each other out, so there's that. I've breakfasted, which my stomach is telling me isn't the smartest thing I ever did--apparently wrong things. Oh well--that's why I've got the big bottle of meds. And of course the piece of certified mail that came on Saturday doesn't have anything to do with the state of my stomach.

The furnace is working--that's a plus. And the bill was about half what I feared. On the other hand the side-by-side still isn't working right. But the refrigerator part is, and that's the essential part. The freezer part is a luxury. The repair people are baffled--what is going on with it "is not possible"--so I guess we'll just cope.

Alrighty then. As my friend would say, "Time to put on pants" and get the out-of-house things done.
meirwen_1988: (writing)
I'm in the process of starting the organizing of the new semester. This involves thinking about assignment sequencing, supporting documents, and myriad other pieces of minutia. Some of it is tedious, some of it is fun, and some of it is perplexing.

The perplexing happened today. One of the textbook companies sent me a new "reader" (an anthology of essays that exemplify "good writing" in various modes, by various authors, throughout the ages) and I was reviewing it to see if there was A) any reason to ask future students to buy it and B) if there were any particularly good essays in it I could use for pedagogical purposes. Well, the answer to both was no.

Let's be clear. The anthology is full of excellent writing, by superior authors. Much of it is interesting, and readable. If this was a book I was considering for a class on "The Art of Personal Essay Writing" or "Provocative Thoughts for the New Millennium" I might easily say of this book "That's it!" in my best Lucy Van Pelt voice. But, no, this is a class called "College English" and there is very little in the book that is a model for college and post-college writers other than the use of Standard English. This is not a modeling to be scorned, but is insufficient for the task at hand. I need something that will model good writing of the type the students will be rewarded for producing, that is consistent with the tasks they will be asked to perform.

Again, it is important to be clear. The essays in the anthology do demonstrate critical thinking, use of evidence, and explication. These are some of what students will be asked to do both within the institution and when they leave its "not-so-ivy-covered" halls. The problem with the essays as exemplars is they are...too "arty." As they should be--they were, for the most part, written for a purpose and an audience that would seek these essays out as part of a leisure activity in which part of the point is to travel along with the slow unraveling of argument in a desultory, often evocative way, during which time the reader revels both in the ideas being presented and the artistry and nuance of the presentation.

Given that one of the things we stress for students is that they attend to the purpose for which the reader comes to the writing as a guide for how the piece should be written, these essays would be ideal for models of the writing leisure reading non-fiction.

However, with the possible exception of one or two assignments in an English 1 class, or the student studying "Creative Writing:Non-fiction," the purposes for which the reader comes to student-written material is unlikely in the extreme to bethe same as for this kind of writing. As such, these essays as models are worse than useless. They are misleading, and ultimately leave students confused.

Why? Students are most often asked to clearly and articulately argue for a narrowly defined interpretation, course of action, or evaluation; clearly inform a reader about a specific issue, event, or person; or demonstrate understanding in a straightforward manner, even if the understanding itself is nuanced or nebulous. Their readers (whether faculty, fellow students, employers, or co-workers) want the structure to be conventional and the points clearly sign-posted. When evaluating quality, the discerning reader will value an elegant use of language (though they are more likely to reward Dior than Gaga in this), and will enjoy the occasional play of wit or personality, but the personality of the writer should not dominate the writing. If you present the student writer with models by Twain and Didion, Swift and Sartre (and don't even get me on the questionable value of using translated works), personality is often the very meat and bones of the piece, with the actual point being the flourish, not the substance. And the signposts are subtle, sometimes only visible upon re-reading a second or third time. The writing students are asked to do is the type where the readers require clarity on the first pass--and that obligates the writer to certain elements that are almost antithetical to the kind of writing exemplified in this, as well as most, academic "readers."

Further, the length of the pieces is an obstacle--not in the reading (though, truthfully, students quail at the thought of much beyond  2000 words)--as a model. For one thing, in most of these cases to make the point the author is trying to make, the way he or she is trying to make it, requires pieces of this length. They are perfectly appropriate to the writer's goals and the readers' expectations and desires. Again, student writing, particularly at the 100 level, generally runs between 500-1000 words, and the purposes and expectations of the reader are best met within this frame. This requires a different kind of thesis, a different kind of progression, than the kind exemplified in these essays. Once students move outside of our "hallowed halls" the writing they are expected to do will be more within these strictures than that of these beautiful examples of expository prose.

Unfortunately, none of the readers I've found that have examples of the kind of writing students are actually asked to do seem to include examples that are structurally valid models and are well-written. They either have all the use of language nuance one would expect of a memo from "Chuck" at "New Zealand Tire and Wreck" about the kegger on Friday after work, or they are a 500-1000 word excerpt from a longer piece (and if you don't want to hear my rant on translations, then you REALLY don't want to hear my rant on excerpts).

Truly, somewhere, somehow, there must be a company willing to put together an anthology of articles 500-2000 words long, non-fiction, from business, science, and social issues (including media, personalities, politics, and culture) that are structurally sound, demonstrate good critical thinking, and are examples of excellent and beautiful use of grammar, vocabulary, tone, and voice. And, before you ask, no--I'm not willing to ask for a 1 year sabbatical to try to put one together.

So, Dear Santa, next year for Christmas, I would like....

(Originally posted in In the Aisles)
meirwen_1988: (Default)
I just finished putting the last of my Fall 2011 grades into the electronic system. Sometime tomorrow after 12 noon students will start accessing them. Some will be delighted, some pissed, and some will breathe a sigh of relief that A) they managed to pull it out with the last paper, B) that their work for the 1st half of the semester saved them from failing, or C) that they "got away with it."

Yup, some of them did. I know it wasn't their work, but I can't prove it, so I have to accept it. I HATE that!

Oh, well. I had some truly lovely people this term, believe that all of them learned something, and have come to accept the limits of what I can do without the student's full cooperation. And the limits, even with that cooperation, when you really are starting with some students who are damaged, limited, or otherwise ill-suited to the tasks of higher education in general or the demands of the subjects I teach. So I pay attention to who they are, how they grow, and what they need that I can provide, and just let the rest go. But if anyone ever doubts how much teachers agonize over the grades they give students, I invite them to take my stomach right now. There isn't enough Maalox in the house (which of course puts any adult-beverage options out of the options list, too).

Perhaps a couple of days of mindless Christmas-themed Regency era novels will help. We can hope.

Now, on to house decorating.

Round Two

Nov. 26th, 2011 03:39 pm
meirwen_1988: (cookies)
So, Duchezz and I went out early this AM (but 90 min. later than yesterday) to hit the stores EJ had no interest in. We got some things we've been talking about getting/wanted for years (found at Christmas Tree Shop). Then we headed to the big JoAnn's in Northboro so she could get fabric for her Hael Investiture outfit. As I was killing time as she searched, I found a lovely herringbone wool blend (fake, wool, and silk). Very pretty. Checked the price. Had to be a misprint, but, well, I could always changed my mind at the cutting counter. Saw the endcap sign--"60% off, 11/25 all day and 11/26 to 1 PM ONLY." It was 9:45 AM, 11/26. Might apply. I'd find out at the cutting counter.

Duchezz taunted me with a Christmas fabric. Hell, one yard won't kill me.

So, cutting counter. "How wide is the wool?"
"Hmmm. Looks about 58."
Sweet. "I'll take it all." (5.75 yards).
While standing in a very long line, a very nice older woman hands us some coupons she's not going to use. Duchezz takes one, I take the other.

I check out.
Christmas fabric--50% of marked price.
Wool--60% of marked price.
Coupon--25% off selected items.

Bill? $17.46. I win.
Not quite as big a win as the JC Penney score on Friday, but, a massive win. Yes, that means the Friday win was epic.

Then we went to the Wegman's that just opened up in Northboro. The folks out here are...rather overwhelmed by it. *Yawn*

Okay, it is bigger than the one in Dewitt (which is bigger than the ones I've been to in Buffalo, and some of the ones in Roch-cha-cha), but it is bigger because A) it has twice as much seating and twice the number of conference rooms as that one, and B) because it has a complete liquor store, complete with some of the most high end wines and champagnes I've ever seen. And of course the usual selection of import and craft beers.

I think I like the layout of bakery and produce in Dewitt better than here, but I like this ones deli, meat, and cheese layout better. Other than that--it was Wegman's. One of the more interesting shelf selections (their English and Indian import sections were particularly nice), but, otherwise, it felt like home.

So, back we are. I just finished screening CV's for the Sociology position open at the college, and soon I'll head down, say high to folks, and get ready for Turkey!! I feel poorer (cash wise), but content that nothing purchased was wasteful, at least according to the William Morris rule of acquisition.
meirwen_1988: (tired)
(*cue Mamas and Papas Tribute Band filking "Monday, Monday"*)

I should be grading placement tests. But I console myself that I have been virtuous and graded film papers, and EN 101 in-class assignments, and did laundry. I should also be organizing my room, packing for the New England trip, balancing my budget, and working on the solution to the national debt problem.

At the very least I should be reading one of the books I have on loan, or the TV show I taped, or clipping the cat's claws.

Instead I've been tooling around on Facebook, Goodreads, and Amazon.

I have lots of thinky-thoughts going on right now--about friends having babies, and friends having cancer, about the thinning of my skin (both the actual [related to the passing years] and the metaphorical), about absent red-headed men, and the spaniel I miss, and the grey cat I long to hold again. About mommy food cooked by Momma, and Daddy's dry humor. About the extremely fertile womb, with no endurance, I was born with. About the sisters and daughters of my heart, and chosen family. And how I miss the time not so long ago when here was a community of many voices, with real things to say, instead of a place where the voices moved to the shallow end of the pool (yes, Mark Zucherberg, I'm talking about you).

But I'm tired, and my eyes hurt right now, so I think I'll just get out the eye drops the ophthalmologist gave me, and head to bed. Tomorrow is time enough to save the world.
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