It's finally Thursday. The weekend, with its hours and hours of time with Tori, is nearby. Blessedly, because Charlie needs to take care of stuff at his mom's apartment, I'm off on Monday (pending approval from my boss). So there are 72 glorious Tori-full hours ahead of me. AND the following week is Labor Day weekend, and then I'm off on September 11 again because that is the day that Charlie's mom's furniture is finally getting moved into her new single room at the Assisted Living place.
Speaking of Charlie's mother, I am thrilled to report that she has absolutely blossomed in the new place. You should have heard the relief in Charlie's voice when he called me after visiting her yesterday. Now that her medications are being distributed to her instead of by her (she was either not taking any or taking too much), her memory has improved. Not to mention eating good food (Charlie had to constantly monitor her food to make sure it wasn't going bad) regularly, and the routine of the place. She's already made friends! She must have been horribly lonely before, stuck in her apartment, unable to drive herself anywhere.
Best news of all, because she's stabilized so well, she does NOT (yet) have to live in the Dementia Ward. She has her own room now on the main floor. Which is great, since she's made friends and all. When Charlie called, I could hear her cooing over Tori. Between her cooing and Charlie's relief, it was a great phone call.
In other mom news, my mother's leg is healing slowly. She's doing physical therapy and it's going pretty well. She can even drive again! What a relief. She still needs more classes to teach (she is signed up to teach four this fall but needs more like seven to make ends meet--ah, the life of the adjunct professor), but things are looking a lot less bleak on her front.
Here at work, the students have all returned. Today is the first day of classes. Since this is a small college, there are only 500 students, so the new ones stand out. My favorite game this time of year is to guess majors based on outfits (it's an art college, so there are only a handful of majors to choose from). It's shockingly easy; even artists have a uniform of sorts. Only a few kids surprise me.
The weirdest thing, though, about meeting the new students is that this latest crop barely remembers the Clinton presidency. Seriously. They were too young to care when he was in office. Way to make a girl feel old, eh?
Can you tell I'm just killing time until the weekend is here? And that I'm completely strapped for ideas for blog entries? Sigh.
I'm thinking about doing a "day in my life" photo essay. Just for something to do. God, I'm boring. And narcissistic. Heh.
So did anyone go see some motherfucking snakes on a motherfucking plane last weekend? I am sooooooo jealous. I even considered taking Tori just so I could see it, but since I've already caught her watching the TV a few times now, I'm thinking no (I actually noticed her watching TV the week that a "pure blood" vampire--a little girl--was getting ready to eat a baby on Blade: The Series. Don't worry--I patted Tori on the head and said, "It's ok honey. I won't let any vampires eat you.").
God, I'm blogging not only about B movies but B fucking television. Goodbye.
Oops! I had to come back in here and post a link (via Bitch PhD): what rightwingers see when they read the New York Times (scroll over EVERYTHING).
