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I went ahead and decided to donate to the SECC- the State Employees Charitable Contributions, where they take a bit out of your paycheck every month and give it to charities you designate. I had been donating the equivalent of my longevity pay, and since going part-time they don't give me longevity pay any more. But I though, what the hell. I always pick a handful of charities to disperse my donations amongst- this year, I chose the Austin area Planned Parenthood, EarthShare (which is a catch-all category that spreads the donations among about 20 or so environmental organizations), the Humane Society (I can't remember if it was local or the national organization), and OutYouth, which has programs to help gay teens. I vacillated between them and Zero Population Growth, but since my brother's been going through all that stuff with Dad I figured I'd give them a bit. Besides, I may take the money I would've given ZPG and give it to Negative Population Growth instead; they're braver- none of this 'It'd be nice if you stopped at 2' crap. :)
I went to visit Mom for a couple of days since I hadn't 'paid the Mom bill' in awhile. It was fun for the first day, but then I got that feeling like I was in a fishbowl and she was scrutinizing everything I said and did to make sure I was perfectly happy. She was forever fussing with the air conditioner, offering me food, offering to buy me anything I showed any interest in, and generally making me feel very self-conscious. I've pointed it out to her before, but it's how she shows her love and she can never manage to keep from doing it for long. It was good to come home.
I had hardly any time at all to get ready for my student, who was coming over to talk about Pagan Dedication. Then I hung with Gordon for a bit and asked if I could borrow his van to go on the camp-out in a couple of weeks. He said no, because he had to go to a meeting that weekend. I told him that of course he would have the use of my car, but he said that he wouldn't want to be seen in my car. He was laughing while he said it, but that's really what he meant, and it hurt my feelings. I mean, it's a big, rusty 20+ year old car, but it runs great and I was never really ashamed of it before that. I talked to him about it, and he agreed that he had been tactless and apologized.
Today I've just been trying to get a little rest in before I go back to work tomorrow. Eric's been holed up in his room playing Civilization 3 (which is partially why I picked this weekend to visit Mom) so I've been on my own for the most part. We did take a short jaunt out to Fry's and Bloodbath and Beyond to pick up some supplies for the flotation tank biz, which is getting a bit more attention since we had a bunch of flyers posted. I hope we get a bunch soon, we could use the money.
I've still been feeling a little low. I mentioned this to Gordon and explained that I was probably more sensitive than I would otherwise be; in typical Gordon fashion he wanted to solve whatever it was right now. I suspect it's just the shortening days more than anything else. I may bump up my SJW dose.
I went to visit Mom for a couple of days since I hadn't 'paid the Mom bill' in awhile. It was fun for the first day, but then I got that feeling like I was in a fishbowl and she was scrutinizing everything I said and did to make sure I was perfectly happy. She was forever fussing with the air conditioner, offering me food, offering to buy me anything I showed any interest in, and generally making me feel very self-conscious. I've pointed it out to her before, but it's how she shows her love and she can never manage to keep from doing it for long. It was good to come home.
I had hardly any time at all to get ready for my student, who was coming over to talk about Pagan Dedication. Then I hung with Gordon for a bit and asked if I could borrow his van to go on the camp-out in a couple of weeks. He said no, because he had to go to a meeting that weekend. I told him that of course he would have the use of my car, but he said that he wouldn't want to be seen in my car. He was laughing while he said it, but that's really what he meant, and it hurt my feelings. I mean, it's a big, rusty 20+ year old car, but it runs great and I was never really ashamed of it before that. I talked to him about it, and he agreed that he had been tactless and apologized.
Today I've just been trying to get a little rest in before I go back to work tomorrow. Eric's been holed up in his room playing Civilization 3 (which is partially why I picked this weekend to visit Mom) so I've been on my own for the most part. We did take a short jaunt out to Fry's and Bloodbath and Beyond to pick up some supplies for the flotation tank biz, which is getting a bit more attention since we had a bunch of flyers posted. I hope we get a bunch soon, we could use the money.
I've still been feeling a little low. I mentioned this to Gordon and explained that I was probably more sensitive than I would otherwise be; in typical Gordon fashion he wanted to solve whatever it was right now. I suspect it's just the shortening days more than anything else. I may bump up my SJW dose.
