I'm totally going to catch up, but meanwhile must post--I got back from Toronto early this afternoon, spent a little time catching up on email and stuff, and then took a five hour nap. Um. And now I'm starving, there's no food in the house, and it is pouring like CRAZY outside (and thunder and lightning) so I'm feeling like ordering food would require a BIGASS tip and a lot of guilt.

However, Toronto was fabulous. I saw none of the sights, but Pride was amazing there! HUGE!

I think I'm at the spot where I'm much more comfortable in pants than skirts. I still like wearing skirts, but I don't look for excuses to wear them daily the way I did in my 20s and 30s. When I was in the Navy most of my jobs required work clothes (dungarees), but when I was teaching and could wear blues or whites I almost always wore skirts and heels. I have the bunions to show for it. Now, though, I'd just as sooner wear pants. They can be both practical and pretty without the pitfalls of skirts when you're climbing ladders to get parts down from the 5th shelf of the pallet racking.

vw is making me thirsty. I think it's time to break out the key lime flavored rum and diet coke.

Dear Landlord,
I don't really give a shit that you are a friend of a friend and on your honeymoon in Vietnam--do not tell the new tenants of the main house to call me just because I know how to access the hex key for the network. I am in CONNECTICUT as you well know and can do nothing about this problem until I get back, and the (very well-intentioned, I'm sure) tenant just woke me up from much needed sleep to ask about it. Furthermore, you had NO right to give the new tenants ND's number, even if he is very helpful and tech-savvy. He is neither your tenant nor your tech support, and the only one who should be asking him for help like this is ME.

You mean well, but you are careless and annoying and now ND is pissed and I am awake. It was *your* job to make sure the hex key was written down before you left, not mine.
No love,
Kristin

I had to go check what kind of calculator I have. TI, but not 83.

Woe.

Kristin, people are truly clueless sometimes. Mind bogglingly clueless.

Kristin, people are truly clueless sometimes. Mind bogglingly clueless.

They really, truly are. I want to reach across the ocean and smack him silly right now.

ION, drunk vw and Em are cute.

Dude, your landlord is pretty thoughtless. Giving out Noise's number is just beyind the pale. Giving out your number is thoughtless and stupid but at least has a tiny smidgen of contact with reality.

-t, exactly. I get that he would have had to give out my number to them anyway since I live behind the main house, and had I been home it wouldn't have bothered me (three hour time difference and all). But giving out ND's number?

He's going to "talk" to Peter about it, which is making me happy. I don't have me a shy boy.

And, ND works nights frequently. I realize he's not a doofus and he turns off (or at least turns of the ringer) if he's in a theatre, but still. No reason whatsoever to give them his number. None.

In memememe news, this is the last week of summer term. On the one hand, yay!! On the other, I have stuff to write. I have 2 lesson plans, including my pedagogical reasons for choosing the activities that I chose, due tomorrow. They're 97% done.

Then, on Thursday, I have my final due which is a take home, 5-7 page paper on communicative language teaching. I don't wanna. And part of why I don't wanna is because in the past couple of weeks, particularly the past 5 days, I've been doing a LOT of writing for work. Like over 100 pages worth of writing. I'm tired of it and don't wanna do no more.