Heat and me
Aug. 17th, 2010 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
averygoodun42Five minutes in a roasting car (Babe needed the warmth after swimming), and I'm a raw, emotional, self-pitying mess.
And I've been thinking I want to move to Colorado? *boggles*
Last night I dreamed my mum's cousin said there were a few jobs that were open for Geoff. I told Geoff this morning, and he said, "That's cool!" Not that he's actually working on his resume, mind.
School starts in two (?) weeks. September 2 is the first full day. I am making plans of things I need to do when school starts, such as visit the community college and ask about financial aid advice (maybe I can attend the spring semester?), and help a fellow artist clean up her studio so that we can paint together, since the Wednesday painting group thing fell apart with the elder member's health (it was really for her benefit).
Next week is the start of a travel month for Geoff. He hasn't given me details, likely because he doesn't know them. At least he's given me warning. I think he's feeling worse about it than I am, because he's going to miss Babe's first walk to school... Oh well.
Babe has been particularly truculent lately. I imagine that there's something I can do to relieve the mood without ceding my parental duties, but haven't figured out what yet. Too tired to care at the moment, so ceding it is.
Need to work on the mural, but I'm thinking nothing will be done today, not even sketching, as it's too bloody hot. And it's not even eleven.
I think what will be done is that I will go upstairs with my book (Whitethorn Woods, which I am enjoying, S), and read myself back to sleep. Because I need it. Especially because I'm fighting something off (my ears are ticking).
And I've been thinking I want to move to Colorado? *boggles*
Last night I dreamed my mum's cousin said there were a few jobs that were open for Geoff. I told Geoff this morning, and he said, "That's cool!" Not that he's actually working on his resume, mind.
School starts in two (?) weeks. September 2 is the first full day. I am making plans of things I need to do when school starts, such as visit the community college and ask about financial aid advice (maybe I can attend the spring semester?), and help a fellow artist clean up her studio so that we can paint together, since the Wednesday painting group thing fell apart with the elder member's health (it was really for her benefit).
Next week is the start of a travel month for Geoff. He hasn't given me details, likely because he doesn't know them. At least he's given me warning. I think he's feeling worse about it than I am, because he's going to miss Babe's first walk to school... Oh well.
Babe has been particularly truculent lately. I imagine that there's something I can do to relieve the mood without ceding my parental duties, but haven't figured out what yet. Too tired to care at the moment, so ceding it is.
Need to work on the mural, but I'm thinking nothing will be done today, not even sketching, as it's too bloody hot. And it's not even eleven.
I think what will be done is that I will go upstairs with my book (Whitethorn Woods, which I am enjoying, S), and read myself back to sleep. Because I need it. Especially because I'm fighting something off (my ears are ticking).
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Date: 2010-08-17 03:33 pm (UTC)Perhaps Babe is bored. School will cheer him up.
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Date: 2010-08-17 11:23 pm (UTC)