Archives for February 2018

That’s what I get for whining about things – they turn out better than expected!

So I managed most everything I wanted to do yesterday, and helped the boy a bit but had to draw the line at some point which means he sent off the application without my final approval. But he sent it off.

I got to the meeting in the evening on time even, and had dinner at home beforehand, and there were only two of us and so I got to talk about all the joys of having a teenager for once.

I stayed out late, the train left right when I entered the platform (but the doors didn’t open), and I had to wait twenty minutes for the next one which always feels like a waste of time, and is rather cold. I should have spent a minute looking at the timetable while still in the restaurant. I could have caught that train, or waited in the warm.

Then I talked to my husband for an hour, and then I read a book, and then it was really, really late.

I am expecting to run out of steam sometime around two today.

There will be running, and music, and writing, and lots of teaching, and not a lot of anything tonight.

The nicest thing yesterday was getting a package from a podcast listener as a thank you for 99 episodes. That totally made my day. I can’t wait to knit socks from that beautiful yarn.

When I went to bed yesterday – way too late without having written a word and after having forgotten to play the piano – I thought that I failed to get anything done.

Then this morning I realized that I had not spent the afternoon wasting time on the internet but that I had instead installed a new theme on all three websites and had started researching pictures for book covers. Which is not the same as spending an hour reading blogs. I also read a ton of blog posts about marketing.

It might not have been the most pressing thing to do that day but it was time spent on moving something important forward. By an inch or so.

In the evening I was too tired to write and of course thought that would get better by having a beer and even more chocolate. (Yesterday was so full of chocolate that that would have been enough energy for the whole day. I did eat three square meals as well, though.)

Turned out that didn’t make me less tired. And I didn’t write.

I am a little cross with myself.

The good thing is that I did strength training for the first time since the beginning of the month. And the boy did it too but in a different room.

Today I want to do all the usual things plus an extra helping of writing. Unfortunately I will have even less time than yesterday. There will be running, and writing (never give up hope), and lots of teaching, and practice (I hope, that has been spotty lately), and after teaching I will eat a quick sandwich before leaving for MENSA parent meeting. Those always depress me because the people whose kids are happy and problemfree don’t come to those meetings. Then I spend weeks thinking about each of them but mostly never see them again.

Then I will go to bed way too late yet again which will mean that I won’t get anything done again tomorrow.

Of course right now I’m still thinking everything will turn out different than usual.

Yeah. Sure.

Nothing really remarkable yesterday. I did manage to write my 500 words at the last minute again, and this morning I woke up thinking that I don’t like them and might throw them out again. Which is okay.

It feels like I didn’t really do anything yesterday but I did a ton of little tasks, and helped the boy get his application into shape. I’m hoping to send that off today.

Today there will be grocery shopping and all the usual and teaching and practicec, and then we’ll see. Oh, and writing, of course. And strength training would be very good. I’m not quite sure if I should leave that until evening so that the boy can join me, or if that will just mean I won’t do it because he has something more important to do instead.

I almost got enough sleep.

Better than nothing I guess.

I started reading a new book two days ago and am just about to decide to abandon it altogether. Which I almost never do. It isn’t even all that bad, I’m just not really interested in learning more about the main character or the story.

Since I have all these really great unread books on my ereader I’m thinking this isn’t worth it.

Rather unusual that.

Yesterday started well but then over breakfast we had one of those teenager/parent-clashes that made all of us angry and sad and confused for the rest of the day.

Which meant that I didn’t get anything done.

I did eat every morsel of food in the house, though.

But I finished a sock. And it only took me seven hours in total.

And my favorite pot to brew herbal tea in broke. There was a ton of clean dishes and pots and such on the windowsill, someone pushed against the huge cutting board without meaning to and made the everything slide. That person managed to catch the pot, by the way, but an hour later another person did the same thing and did not catch the pot. I will have to buy a new glass teapot.

At least I managed to finish the yarn for the slippers and I really like it but it’s probably too thin.

And I watched some more of the book cover design course. I need to find some time to sit down and actually try things out but so far I’m still a little too scared and overwhelmed. The guy who does the course uses Photoshop, of course, which I don’t want to spend my money on, so I’m trying to do the same things in Photoshop Elements, and – well – there’s a reason it’s much cheaper…

At least the boy and I managed to watch that episode of Star Trek that we started watching a week ago. I finally hooked the DVD player up to the TV, and he got the whole authentic nineties experience. Watching things in HD is really much nicer. But the DVD has bad spots and doesn’t work on the laptop. I’m thinking about ways to remedy that, though.

Then I waited for the boy to finish taking a shower so that I could do the dishes, tried writing, and ended up eating a whole bag of toritlla chips and half a cheese, sat around until an hour after my bedtime and decided to go to bed without tidying the kitchen. Funny enough my weight has been going up again. I wonder why that is.

But. This is a new week, so I get a fresh start.

It is eight in the morning, I will tackle the epic pile of dirty dishes next, and get a grip.

There will be running, and music, and writing, and thinking, and I will help the boy finish his application. He needs an internship in four weeks. This will be, um, interesting.

There will also be teaching. And the structure of school days again, always a good thing.

And tonight there won’t be any beer, and only very little chocolate, and I will be in bed with teeth brushed and flossed, and with my face washed before ten.

Yep.

Yesterday was another very good day. The only thing I did not do was watch more of the book cover design course but that’s okay.

I ran for the first time after having been sick most if the week, and it was fabulous. I only did five kilometers because I feel a cold coming up.

We had chili for lunch, and in the afternoon I spent most of my time recording the long English episode. Then I spun the rest of the BFL, watched „Dollhouse“ and wrote more than a thousand words before going to bed no too late.

Very good day.

I’m not quite sure about today I had plans but I’m thinking they might be a little much so maybe I’ll buckle down with the design course, ply the slipper yarn and enjoy the last day of carnival break.

We’ll see.