It takes way longer to get to Rice at 8am than it does to get here at 9am. Like, more than twice as long.
Although Rice students are called to "blaze their own trails," these trails should not be blazed across the grass by the music building in an effort to save some walking time. They water the grass there until it's something like a swamp. Used the Pebbled Pathways instead, even if they don't go exactly the way you want to go.
Never call the Pebbled Pathways "sidewalks."
The West Lot really is about as far away as you can get from the psychology building. For $210 a year, I have the privilege to park here, and to walk for 15 minutes to get to my building.... or wait 20 minutes for the bus.
Life, the Universe and Everything So I have a great deal of extra time today. at work. (Not that I haven't done work... I just finished a task that I originally told my boss would have to wait until September when I come back). I hate killing time at work.
I finish up here Friday, August 18th. And I have Orientation starting Wednesday, August 23rd. Classes start Monday, August 28th. And we close on the house September 1st. And I come back here part time somewhere around September 12th.
So between now and when I finish up here, I have a few (mostly superficial) loose ends, project wise, to tie up. Between now and orientation I need to buy a backpack (the laptop carryin' kind), buy other misc school supplies, buy some more shoes, get my hair cut (trimmed), and maybe get my nails done. Between now and when the house closes, Chad and I need to pack like mad. Between when the house closes and when I start work I have to finish as much moving as possible while still attending clases and putting in the required number of research hours. And between now and when I start work, I need to retrain myself to sleep less, get up at 6am, and put in 12-13 hour days.
Seriously, this working part time thing... I honestly don't know how people manage to work and go to school at the same time. I mean, my brother does it, and other people I know do it, and most of them manage to keep good grades and stuff... but I'm just not sure where the time comes from, y'know? I drafted my work/school schedule, tenatively based on the classes I want to take. It involves me leaving the hosue at 7am, and getting home between 6:30 and 7:30 (unless I have a doctor's appointment, or these's too much traffic, in which case I'll have to put in some extra time somewhere...). So basically, I'm going to have around 3 1/2 to 4 hours every night to 1)Do homework, 2) cook and eat dinner, and 3) do any other activity that I would normally accomplish on the weekends (spend time with my husband, go to karate, play DDO). Yeah.
oh yeah, pictures of the house, without carpet (it has carpet now, but we don't have pictures of it).
Pictures... So they let Dad out of the hospital early (when does that ever happen?)... he went home Saturday, and is supposed to be taking it easy :-) He wants to go back to work in 2 weeks, but the doctor wants him to wait a month.
Here's a picture of Dad with no hair and his surgery scar (at least he got to keep his beard)
Update on Daddy So Daddy made it through the surgery ok yesterday... Mom said that when she got to see him he was talking ok, and reading, so no problems there. He's still in NICU, but they are hoping to move him to a regular room today or tomorrow. Once they do that, maybe I'll get to talk to him (no cell phones in the hospital, and you can't call into ICU).
Mom is looking for a nursing job in Huntsville (she had turned in her letter of resignation from her current job literally hours before they found Dad's tumor)... So yeah, if you know of anything available for LPNs, I can pass it on to her.
Back in Houston We're back, and only a little worse for the wear. We got back to the house at like, 4:30am... so I'm sitting here at work desparately trying to stay awake. I can't leave until after a 3pm meeting... so yeah. Long day. Longer for Chad, who hasn't slept at all (I stole about 2 1/2 hours of sleep this morning).
Daddy has surgury to (hopefully) remove the tumor on Thursday afternoon. Right now he's home, getting IV steroids to prepare him... but the steroids are sending his blood sugar through the roof... so he's having to watch that pretty carefully.
Mom said the doctor we "optimistic" about the surgury, whatever that means. Best case: Dad shows no after effects. Worse case: he looses all or part of his speech capabilities.
Chelsea came to stay for two weeks and help us pack and get ready to move... so that should be fun.
This is my brain..... in part, at least.
