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ariadne3(Subject phrase has been running through my mind since breakfast, which was indeed nachos.)
Bill is in Seattle this weekend for a class being taught by Charles Lewton-Brain, who is a person from whom Bill might still be able to learn new tricks; further, since Bill has been teaching fold-forming classes from time to time at Danaca Design Studio, it seemed a useful thing to spring a few hundred dollars on.
Cathy is in California at Purgatorio where a friend of hers will be inducted into the Order of the Pelican. (See![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fjorlief's recent journal postings about the damn enamel. Yup, that's where it was going. Email from Cathy says her friend loves it. Good.)
So, I have the house to myself. Plans for the day:
1. Clean my closet. For those of you unfamiliar with my house: my computer lives in a walk-in closet in the front bedroom. It's an excellent working space for me because it's small enough to have few distractions. Unfortunately the last five or six housecleanings have resulted in me just throwing (literally, sometimes,) my crap that was in the rest of the house into the closet. It's a little deep in here at the moment, and something must be done before school starts again or I'll never get it clean.
2. Clean the bedroom. Now that I don't have to worry about being in anyone's way or sleeping space, I can ream out the bedroom and have it all nice before they get back.
3. Clean the kitchen. It's yucky. 'Nuff said.
4. Clean the bathrooms. Ditto on the yucky, but not as bad as the kitchen.
5. Finish my &%)*%#)@!!! Summative Self Evaluation. Self-evals are probably the most painful aspect of school at Evergreen. More honest than a letter grade, and more masturbatorily self-involved that a weblog. Feh.
6. Try calling each of my family members again. For the first time probably ever not a single one of them answered their phones. There were the obligatory thank-you calls to each parent, and the non-obligatory, "hey I'm proud of you for going back to school" call to my little brother. I recently realized that part of his abject uselessness has a lot to do with the fact that my mom constantly reminds him of how useless and feckless he is. It's a nasty game, and I won't play. 'S why I moved out of my parents' house in the first place.
7. Try to get my nifty record player/recorder to work again. It worked briefly, now I think it's confused because it's connected to the computer through too many splices. Perhaps the closet cleaning will rectify that situation.
Best get on that.
Bill is in Seattle this weekend for a class being taught by Charles Lewton-Brain, who is a person from whom Bill might still be able to learn new tricks; further, since Bill has been teaching fold-forming classes from time to time at Danaca Design Studio, it seemed a useful thing to spring a few hundred dollars on.
Cathy is in California at Purgatorio where a friend of hers will be inducted into the Order of the Pelican. (See
fjorlief's recent journal postings about the damn enamel. Yup, that's where it was going. Email from Cathy says her friend loves it. Good.) So, I have the house to myself. Plans for the day:
1. Clean my closet. For those of you unfamiliar with my house: my computer lives in a walk-in closet in the front bedroom. It's an excellent working space for me because it's small enough to have few distractions. Unfortunately the last five or six housecleanings have resulted in me just throwing (literally, sometimes,) my crap that was in the rest of the house into the closet. It's a little deep in here at the moment, and something must be done before school starts again or I'll never get it clean.
2. Clean the bedroom. Now that I don't have to worry about being in anyone's way or sleeping space, I can ream out the bedroom and have it all nice before they get back.
3. Clean the kitchen. It's yucky. 'Nuff said.
4. Clean the bathrooms. Ditto on the yucky, but not as bad as the kitchen.
5. Finish my &%)*%#)@!!! Summative Self Evaluation. Self-evals are probably the most painful aspect of school at Evergreen. More honest than a letter grade, and more masturbatorily self-involved that a weblog. Feh.
6. Try calling each of my family members again. For the first time probably ever not a single one of them answered their phones. There were the obligatory thank-you calls to each parent, and the non-obligatory, "hey I'm proud of you for going back to school" call to my little brother. I recently realized that part of his abject uselessness has a lot to do with the fact that my mom constantly reminds him of how useless and feckless he is. It's a nasty game, and I won't play. 'S why I moved out of my parents' house in the first place.
7. Try to get my nifty record player/recorder to work again. It worked briefly, now I think it's confused because it's connected to the computer through too many splices. Perhaps the closet cleaning will rectify that situation.
Best get on that.
