Oh boy, this is going to get old by the time it's over! It's my first day on the reduced dose, and the ffects are already beginning. I'm thisclose to weeping, and am convinced that my family hates me. They have assured me that they do not hate me in any way, but I can almost "see" the hate rays coming off them.
This blows.
Finally, I found my book on Herringbone stitch, so I can make some fuchsia seed bead flowers to embellish my kimono. But because of the taper, I'm too jiggy and upset to comprehend the directions. And of course, my allergies are going batty (because of the reduced Pred.), so I can't really see to read the damn book anyway.
I think that I'll listen to my desktop fountain to relax. Oh wait - can't do that, because of all the diuretics. Maybe a nice shower will suffice and relax me enough to sleep.
Just got off the phone with poor P/T D. When we first got her, it was a struggle each year to get her to advance to the following grade, even with me tutoring her every day, and her usual mark was a D. After the first term of this, I told her that this wasn't acceptable, and that we would work on this as a family. Her grades steadily improved since then, and she graduated with honors from Middle School. Her first high school report card was issued on Friday, and the child made Dean's list! (92% average, only one mark below a
90 allowed)Her low mark is in Spanish, and it really wasn't that bad: an 88% from a kid who learned to read English in the sixth grade, and is now having to learn a whole additional skill set to master a second language. Every other grade was in the upper nineties.
She told her dimwit father during her supervised visitation today, and he gave her crap for getting the single B+! Not, geez kid you've gone from "hopeless special needs student" to "Prospective Member of National Honor Society." Hairball. I've been thinking of all kinds of appropriate punishments for this jerk, but none are suitable for posting in a public forum.
On a happier note, we helped her open a savings account with her report card reward money (from Bob and Grandpa). She'll be driving in a year and a half, and I won't turn over the car to her until I know it's insured. She'll be putting some proportion of her babysitting money into the bank, and should be all set by the time she learns to drive. We're also teaching her about credit cards, debt, checking accounts and saving for a rainy day. DD learned all this at Parochial School, but P/T D just doesn't have a clue. To me, this is an important piece of any kids' education, and she needs to know how to handle cash once she has any amount of cash to handle.
Oh yes, while kicking around, I roughed out a winter parka with a hood, just like what I had a young girl. I'm going to find some way to inset a zipper into the beads, and used loopy fringe to represent the fake fur trim on my
1960's era snowsuit. The main body is done, the arms are measured and graphed but not beaded, and I'm puttering away slowly in single drop peyote with ginormous beads. (6/0) This winter jacket (with mittens on a string) will be a garment to represent my childhood, which led to my love of beads. The finished product should be roughly the same size as the kimono, 14" x 12", but proportioned very differently. Also, it will have a hood.The fun never ends. Even the dog is giving me reproachful looks because she's not feeling well. If you hate me today, just keep it to yourself, I can't handle any more negative stuff for a day or two. Between the family members needing my reassurance, and my internal looniness, I'm a few quarts low.
Cheers,
Kathy N-V