So I didn’t write yesterday because it was our 9th anniversary of hanging out together, which we do a lot of, but is really hard to buy a card for because (a) we’re not married and (b) we’re not happy-go-lucky young people who have stars in our eyes (not a bad thing)…we are grumpy old people who sometimes barely tolerate other life in the house. ANYWAY, the Man made me breakfast before work and that seemed nicer than sitting here and writing, so I put it off a day. To today, which will be incredibly stressful until it’s not. Good times.
The continuing story of weird shit I do for school…
Note for next year: get solid core copper wire, although I’m not sure how I could have figured that out from the cryptic codes at Home Depot, let alone from the cryptic codes from my co-teacher. Also, when she says 3″ nails, she means 5″ nails. (HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT…IT’S FINE. IT WORKED. It was just a pain in the ass, which might be the way all of this year goes.)
I finished ironed to fabrics on Monday night…I haven’t counted these yet, but there they are anyway.
Turned out to be a lot of gray, but I think it’s mostly clouds and smoke and concrete. I think the blue and purple end up being a heftier part of the quilt. But we’ll see.
Here’s the box of stuff that now needs to be cut out.
And all together now! If you haven’t noticed, I like to document.
Then Tuesday night, I started cutting things out. Straight up, I have a nasty assignment I’m trying to grade each night as well, which sucks, because I’d rather be cutting things up or stitching them or drawing or honestly ANYTHING but grading this thing, but nope. That’s a big fat no.
I didn’t get far on Tuesday. Less than an hour. I went to the gym, so dinner was late, and then grading that thing. So yeah. Went to bed too late too.
Then last night, I got a little more done…
Doesn’t look like much. Never does. I think I spent about 10 hours ironing stuff down; I suspect I can cut it all out in 5 hours. Maybe. Tonight I need to grade TWO classes’ worth of that heinous assignment (it’s not really bad; it’s the kids’ answers that are bad), so although I have nothing going on tonight (oh thank goodness), I might not get more than an hour to cut.
I got this in email yesterday…
Um. Well. I’m doing whatever my brother and/or dad told me to do, so I guess I need to carve out some time to figure that shit out. (writes on to-do list, which has stuff that has been on it for over a year)
Also, when thinking about retirement…
Probably on the couch and not in bed, but otherwise, yes, that would be nice. Unlikely maybe, but certainly I’ll be doing something different. Which is an interesting thing to think about.
Today and honestly the next 9 days are gonna kick my ass first. Today I have a meeting before school with the principal and other union reps, then need to deal with some sort of counseling thing in my room instead of the door decorating I’d planned (love that last-minute shit). By the way, because I know you love the door-decorating sagas over the years, we’re doing Fortnite Winterfest. Not my choice. Obviously. Then an official observation of my teaching skills, which the boss accidentally tried to do yesterday (wrong day) in Period 2 (wrong class), which was exciting for me! I’m like, whatever, and then he gets up 10 minutes into it and leaves, saying, whoops, wrong class. Good times. Today’s lesson is not what I would have chosen for an observation, but whatever. Something I’ve never ever taught before that I didn’t pick, during the 1st period of class, which means they’re the guinea pigs I test stuff out on and then modify during the day. I have sent a wish list to the gods for who I need to be absent this morning.
At some point, some of the stressful job things need to go away or lessen or something. I laid awake last night with about 100 bullet points bouncing against my forehead: do this! don’t forget that! What about this? Fuck me. At some point, the stressful job things will be PUT away and I will cut out nice pieces of nonstressful fabric again. Around 9:30 PM tonight, to be precise.
Kathy Nida 