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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Sept 30, 2009 16:21:44 GMT -5
Something is very, very wrong.
I have been productive all day.
There must be an apocolypse someplace.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Sept 30, 2009 16:32:21 GMT -5
Something is very, very wrong. I have been productive all day. There must be an apocolypse someplace. You could really slack off tomorrow. That'd restore the balance of nature, right? I changed the bed, finally, and I'm washing the linens. I think I'm useful-ed out.  Until Kitty gets home, anyway... |
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Post by Jan on Sept 30, 2009 16:33:22 GMT -5
PILs are gone! A day early, to visit friends! Woot! They really do mean well. And they started Emily a college fund. Or, rather, gave me money for her with which I will start a college fund.  Here's to wonderful time with the new little Emily. |
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Sept 30, 2009 16:34:36 GMT -5
Something is very, very wrong. I have been productive all day. There must be an apocolypse someplace. You could really slack off tomorrow. That'd restore the balance of nature, right? I changed the bed, finally, and I'm washing the linens. I think I'm useful-ed out. Until Kitty gets home, anyway... I am going to do laundry when I get home. Then I'm sewing my hat. |
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Sept 30, 2009 16:38:49 GMT -5
You could really slack off tomorrow. That'd restore the balance of nature, right? I changed the bed, finally, and I'm washing the linens. I think I'm useful-ed out. Until Kitty gets home, anyway... I am going to do laundry when I get home. Then I'm sewing my hat. Oooh, what sort of hat? |
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Post by Sue on Sept 30, 2009 16:46:18 GMT -5
Something is very, very wrong. I have been productive all day. There must be an apocolypse someplace. I don't think I've had even a moderately productive day in the month of September. I need to make a plan, get on a schedule or something. |
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Post by Sue on Sept 30, 2009 16:49:49 GMT -5
Sigh.
My hard luck sister (husband unemployed, mostly, since 9-11; daughter with chronic fatigue-migraine and week immune disease; other daughter all rebellious) has had the older daughter roll her motorcycle and crush her ankle.
Their health insurance costs are already out of this world -- both premiums and out of pocket. And this is Ruth's umpteenth accident. I don't know how she will get either health or vehicle insurance. Plus, apparently the ankle is in bad shape.
My youngest sister called. She also told me Ruth called her last week asking about the morning after pill. Which her mother doesn't know and would go BALLISTIC (although, maybe not because eventually you just get so worn down that some things begin to not even register). Sheesh.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Sept 30, 2009 16:57:26 GMT -5
I am going to do laundry when I get home. Then I'm sewing my hat. Oooh, what sort of hat? Costume hat for Faire. |
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Sept 30, 2009 17:09:04 GMT -5
I have done things.
Not the things I hate to do, but still, things have been done...
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Sept 30, 2009 17:36:38 GMT -5
Truncated so you won't put somebody's eye out? I had to rush off and rescue Kitty and Vanessa because they missed their bus home. As long as it's only once a semester, I guess I can handle it. They can't walk home, it's three miles, several freeway off and on ramps and a lot of big streets, and no public transit anywhere near there. Which is stupid, because there are several medical centers, a business park, assorted restaurants, lots of homes and two (count 'em, two) high schools right there. Or there will be two high schools when Brea Canyon is rebuilt. In any case, the lack of public transit in the northern reaches of Brea is truly appalling. |
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Post by SpringSummers on Sept 30, 2009 17:39:57 GMT -5
Sigh. My hard luck sister (husband unemployed, mostly, since 9-11; daughter with chronic fatigue-migraine and week immune disease; other daughter all rebellious) has had the older daughter roll her motorcycle and crush her ankle. Their health insurance costs are already out of this world -- both premiums and out of pocket. And this is Ruth's umpteenth accident. I don't know how she will get either health or vehicle insurance. Plus, apparently the ankle is in bad shape. My youngest sister called. She also told me Ruth called her last week asking about the morning after pill. Which her mother doesn't know and would go BALLISTIC (although, maybe not because eventually you just get so worn down that some things begin to not even register). Sheesh. Sympathies to your sis. If your sis no longer goes ballastic over this kind of stuff, it might be something postive: Experience teaching her perspective. Getting to a place where you've learned not to go ballastic (or hysterical, or other unproductive responses) is a good thing. Though if the "lack of ballistics" is truly about a long-term depression/numbness or hopelessness settling in, then, yeah - not-so-good.  |
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Post by Sue on Sept 30, 2009 18:41:52 GMT -5
Sigh. My hard luck sister (husband unemployed, mostly, since 9-11; daughter with chronic fatigue-migraine and week immune disease; other daughter all rebellious) has had the older daughter roll her motorcycle and crush her ankle. Their health insurance costs are already out of this world -- both premiums and out of pocket. And this is Ruth's umpteenth accident. I don't know how she will get either health or vehicle insurance. Plus, apparently the ankle is in bad shape. My youngest sister called. She also told me Ruth called her last week asking about the morning after pill. Which her mother doesn't know and would go BALLISTIC (although, maybe not because eventually you just get so worn down that some things begin to not even register). Sheesh. Sympathies to your sis. If your sis no longer goes ballastic over this kind of stuff, it might be something postive: Experience teaching her perspective. Getting to a place where you've learned not to go ballastic (or hysterical, or other unproductive responses) is a good thing. Though if the "lack of ballistics" is truly about a long-term depression/numbness or hopelessness settling in, then, yeah - not-so-good. Yeah. I'm not sure exactly where she is. |
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Post by Sue on Sept 30, 2009 18:42:18 GMT -5
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Post by Sue on Sept 30, 2009 18:53:58 GMT -5
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Sept 30, 2009 18:55:40 GMT -5
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