There's a lot going on with my mother these days. Read more... )

School started last week. Read more... )

Oh, and Don gave me a copy of Environmental Geology. It's the only book I rented, and I loved the book. That was really nice of him.  It's an older edition but hey: free book, nice gesture.

This is a good XKCD: ; (f*ck cancer, yes yes)
A local friend has spindle cell sarcoma; not good. Her arm has been surgically stripped to bone and tendon with bits of skin.  If it was me, I think I'd have it amputated.

My second housesitter asked if I was going away again and I took the opportunity to schedule another trip. I leave this coming Friday for:   Big Basin Redwoods, Big Basin, Pigeon Point Lighthouse Hostel, Asilomar, Asilomar, Manresa State Beach, Manresa, New Brighton State Beach, Home.  

I didn't check the College of Marin schedule before I paid for all my reservations, duh. I will miss the first week of class.  Oh well. I'm taking classes from people who know me by now, and they will be okay with it. 

Since I got back, I'm not depressed exactly, but I don't want to do anything. I've been spending an astonishing amount of time in my pjs, reading, and catching up on a some key shows.  I remind myself of the lady Harriet the Spy spied on, although I am not ill or pretending to be ill, I'm very well and just stuck. I suspect it's a post-retirement malaise.  The thing to do, is to not do it, and I shan't be once I get back and start lap swimming classes and a couple of science classes.  Yay for school.

Rumor has it that one of the younger generation in the family is having a baby. THANK GOD. We have really healthy genes and hardly anyone has procreated. Damn shame. I'm glad there will be at least one packet of DNA shot into the future, as Jonquil once wrote.  

Temple Grandin's book Animals Make Us Human is fascinating. If you have any interest in how animals, domesticated, wild, and human, work,  you should read this book.  Especially if you have bought into any of this hocum about dominance over your dog -- Ian Dunbar and now Temple Grandin are debunking all the Cesar Milan stuff.  Read it! 
It's amazing how hard it is raining. There was a lull between 4 and 11 PM HOORAY since I had to be out and about. Not much soil drying-out time, but it helps a little.

I studied ALL DAY for the meteorology test. (I am not an all day studier, though I suppose I could be.) A month ago, I arranged to take the test early so I could attend a lecture by Michael Pollan. I left two messages for the prof to confirm, morning and early afternoon, and arrived 20 minutes early to check in with him and have a last quick review before the test. He hadn't listened to his voice mail or prepared the test yet! By the time he got to the classroom with the test, there wasn't enough time to take it before I had to leave.  I'm taking it after the Tues. afternoon class now. So... more time to study! Yay?

Good lecture by M. Pollan. I wonder if he scheduled being here to coincide with the 5th Annual Artisan Cheese Festival in Sonoma County this weekend. (The College of Marin offers an A.S. in artisan cheese making now!)  I blew it on getting Friday farm tour tickets, but am going to the marketplace event Sunday. Also: events at the Center wow me. It was built by Frank Lloyd Wright, is so beautiful, and the acoustics are amazing. Knowing how lucky I am to live here rushes through me, always.

Mom is hanging in there, but the importance of routines was emphasized by how whacked out she got skipping her dinner tray last Friday. I thought it was a bad idea, and called several diff times of the day to ask if she was sure about it, and she said yes every time. But I should have overridden her. She got up at midnight, dressed, and walked down the hill to the dining hall (which was locked) for breakfast. Twice. In the rain. To her credit, she did not fall, got extra exercise, and called me after her second trip. (She should have used her "help button" device, but, no harm done.) Poor Mom, she was hungry, and confused about what time it was! I have restocked her tiny cupboard. We have to update her Power of Atty. anyway for a financial thing and are restating/updating her trust. I called the atty. to suggest he take this off the back burner. 

I have a new haircut. It's a real haircut, like, styled haircut. I like it, although it's hard to see the bigger Splat blue streak because of the way the hair falls on one side.

I've found two camping events and one backpacking trip that I want to go on. Have to figure out house/cat sitting.

What else. Oh! I was at my former workplace Mon. for the 30-year award they forgot to give me last year. The timing was good to reconnect with people. So, I heard on Wed. that one of the two people hired to fill my position was fired and escorted from the premises. This is not a place where people are escorted from the premises! Or wasn't. SHOCKING. Schadenfreude! I am SO GLAD I retired. Speaking of which, the pension increase (which add'l multiplier I paid for with my own money) is finally going into effect. It's been pending since last June! I'll get a nice retroactive check to bring me current. YAY.
I didn't get the things done on the mortgage refi that I need to do. Instead, I read what Dalton Ross and Jeff Probst think about Fabio's win in Survivor Nicaragua. Here is an interesting bit under a comment in Dalton's recap: -- by Hutchy  dated Mon 12/20/10 2:35 PM.  Hutchy's unimpeachably-accurate-so-far source alleges that Sash violated the most basic rule in Survivor by offering Jane a bribe to help him win. Producers halted the entire Tribal Council meeting to resolve the issue when Jane told them what happened at the TC meeting, deleted the footage, then issued gag orders on everyone involved. SCANDAL. I  wonder if it's true. This Survivor was lame, one of the worst ever. Amazing Race was awesome though.

I'm glad that I retired in summer.  It would be kind of awful to make such a Big Change In Ones Life and be stuck in this rainy dreary blah.

Perception of time is weird. Breaking up with Henry; taking up with Peter, then breaking up with Peter after he wanted to get married and have a kid [I regret not doing this, dammit, which is probably why this is happening now, big family time, etc.]; then having Paul die after basically telling me I was nuts because I was convinced he had cancer (I was right, he was wrong) -- all happened over a period of about two years. It feels like it wasn't that long ago, but it was almost 20 years ago? Whoa.  I'm back to remembering things about Henry almost daily. It's exactly like the way thoughts come and go during meditation. The memories arise, I note them, then they move away.  We lived here for 11 years together, but so much time has gone by... this kind of daily remembering used to happen all the time, then went away after 10 years or so. It's baaack. But in a smaller way. It's always been interesting that Henry is who comes to mind, not Peter, not usually. A function of the setting, the house we bought together, I suppose.

I did write and mail thank you letters for early Christmas gifts, wrapped and mailed my Secret Santa presents, and wrote an op ed about a local issue that I spoke up about at the City Council meeting last night.  Now if I could just focus on the refi documents during the day, and stop falling asleep on the couch, then waking up in the wee hours and spending too much time on the Internets at night.



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