Preparing for Winter
Thu 8 Sept
I began to repaint the window frames yesterday, and the task is very difficult; the strippers I use don't work very well -- it takes brute force to knock off some of the unpeeled paint. I placed a second coat on the frames I peeled and I put one coat on the kitchen windows which I didn't peel. That leaves eight windows to do, as I take out the conditioners. It angers me twentyseven years later when I think of what I gave up in September 1978 to avoid (so I'd thought) a deadend job.
I was looking at chapter five of Morrison and Boyd (Organic Chemistry) when I realized that I was looking at alkenes differently than when I took the course in 1976. Wisdom tends to come late.
Among my other errands yesterday: I declared the driveway resurfaced for the eyar, gathered groceries, and a haircut. I used an old coloring to hide my gray hair. Midnight needs some protections from fleas more than the gasoline we just added at $3.40/gallon. to fill the tank. The less about Schrub the better. I just placed a parody of "Say, Has Anybody Seen My Sweet Gypsy Rose?" on my newest page. Unfortunately, Schurb palys a guitar on the picture instead of a banjo. "Say Has Anybody Seen Our Brainless Prez?"
Sat 10 Sept
I discovered on the internet that "Terry" will début tomorrow on Canadian television. Both weekends seems to celebrate his life and goals: this weekend on television, and the next weekend with marathons. Shawn Ashmore plays Terry Fox, and the producers digitally prothesize his right leg.
I struggled with the front sill -- there must be forty years of layers of paint on the window frames. I don't favorably look at the other five frames. I scratched only so much before I had to give up. I was peeling off the wood.
Mon 12 September
This bout of achrony is becoming worse. Mom awakened me at 11:45 last night and insisted that I get Tim out of bed. Apparently we had a lively house all night. When I was up at 5 AM everyone was asleep.
I went to Block online to continue my review of business entities. It is a slow struggle, but I want the course down. There is so much to do before I go after the enrolled agent. I have four formal courses and pieces of four others. Then there are the online courses, nd the big one -- employe business expenses -- hasn't shown up yet; it's due this Thursday.
The buyers are moving down the hall, almost of the Credit Department. It all seems futile as my excusions into academia.
Sat 24 Sept
The past two days have been a blur of inadequacy. I took care of Tim yesterday, then the caregiver came at 8:15 this morning. I did get to shop a little, but I spent much at Walmart for "MacGyver" and "Muppets Take Manhattan" Otherwise, I did only a little Block by rewriting my notes.
Sun 25 Sept
We visited late morning, but Mom was quite out of it. They were going to move her out of intensive care when we left. The nurses were quite unhelpful in getting information about the operation.
I gave Tim a bath beforehand, but the suppository failed three times after 1:30. So I will have to wait until tomorrow for any results.
The caregive called at 5:25 AM to request the day off, so I complied. My next trick is to change my hours so I can get home earlier.
"MacGyver" wroughts too intensely for me, even a score after the fact. The situations seem so unreal. "The Avengers" seem to have the same gendre. I ask whether the job itself reflects the frustration I used to have while wading through Reaganomics. If such a hero did exist, what would it be like to have so much power? Could I learn anything from such a spontaneous character?
Wed 28 Sept
The great mixup of the day begins. I am in class at Block in the morning. The caregive consistently comes last: 7:20, 7:45, 7:48. 7:50, 7:50 -- but she is supposed to be there 7-5 every day. Next week, we begin 8-4.
I began to repaint the window frames yesterday, and the task is very difficult; the strippers I use don't work very well -- it takes brute force to knock off some of the unpeeled paint. I placed a second coat on the frames I peeled and I put one coat on the kitchen windows which I didn't peel. That leaves eight windows to do, as I take out the conditioners. It angers me twentyseven years later when I think of what I gave up in September 1978 to avoid (so I'd thought) a deadend job.
I was looking at chapter five of Morrison and Boyd (Organic Chemistry) when I realized that I was looking at alkenes differently than when I took the course in 1976. Wisdom tends to come late.
Among my other errands yesterday: I declared the driveway resurfaced for the eyar, gathered groceries, and a haircut. I used an old coloring to hide my gray hair. Midnight needs some protections from fleas more than the gasoline we just added at $3.40/gallon. to fill the tank. The less about Schrub the better. I just placed a parody of "Say, Has Anybody Seen My Sweet Gypsy Rose?" on my newest page. Unfortunately, Schurb palys a guitar on the picture instead of a banjo. "Say Has Anybody Seen Our Brainless Prez?"
Sat 10 Sept
I discovered on the internet that "Terry" will début tomorrow on Canadian television. Both weekends seems to celebrate his life and goals: this weekend on television, and the next weekend with marathons. Shawn Ashmore plays Terry Fox, and the producers digitally prothesize his right leg.
I struggled with the front sill -- there must be forty years of layers of paint on the window frames. I don't favorably look at the other five frames. I scratched only so much before I had to give up. I was peeling off the wood.
Mon 12 September
This bout of achrony is becoming worse. Mom awakened me at 11:45 last night and insisted that I get Tim out of bed. Apparently we had a lively house all night. When I was up at 5 AM everyone was asleep.
I went to Block online to continue my review of business entities. It is a slow struggle, but I want the course down. There is so much to do before I go after the enrolled agent. I have four formal courses and pieces of four others. Then there are the online courses, nd the big one -- employe business expenses -- hasn't shown up yet; it's due this Thursday.
The buyers are moving down the hall, almost of the Credit Department. It all seems futile as my excusions into academia.
Sat 24 Sept
The past two days have been a blur of inadequacy. I took care of Tim yesterday, then the caregiver came at 8:15 this morning. I did get to shop a little, but I spent much at Walmart for "MacGyver" and "Muppets Take Manhattan" Otherwise, I did only a little Block by rewriting my notes.
Sun 25 Sept
We visited late morning, but Mom was quite out of it. They were going to move her out of intensive care when we left. The nurses were quite unhelpful in getting information about the operation.
I gave Tim a bath beforehand, but the suppository failed three times after 1:30. So I will have to wait until tomorrow for any results.
The caregive called at 5:25 AM to request the day off, so I complied. My next trick is to change my hours so I can get home earlier.
"MacGyver" wroughts too intensely for me, even a score after the fact. The situations seem so unreal. "The Avengers" seem to have the same gendre. I ask whether the job itself reflects the frustration I used to have while wading through Reaganomics. If such a hero did exist, what would it be like to have so much power? Could I learn anything from such a spontaneous character?
Wed 28 Sept
The great mixup of the day begins. I am in class at Block in the morning. The caregive consistently comes last: 7:20, 7:45, 7:48. 7:50, 7:50 -- but she is supposed to be there 7-5 every day. Next week, we begin 8-4.
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