|Jerry installed the smoke detector. I'm not sure, but from the sound I'm thinking either it's in the bedroom (like the other one) or it's between the bedroom and bathroom (like maybe in the linen closet).|
Reply #3261. Mar 02 12, 9:39 AM
Why are you nervous about the wedding - how many thing? |
My GP prescribed antibiotics when I had heart failure. Didn't examine me, just reached for his prescription pad. There's so much publicity about the over-prescription of antibiotics, but it seems everyone's listening except the doctors.
It'll be useful to know where the smoke thingy is installed in case you ever need to test it or switch it off - unless Jerry is prepared to be on 24-hour call to do it for you?
Reply #3262. Mar 02 12, 10:52 AM
|I’m probably nervous because I don’t know what to expect.|
Grandma was able to get an appointment today, and her reg ular doctor (he’s the only one on call today and, unfortunately, the only one in the office last week was the incompetent guy whom nobody likes). He took a throat culture, and to,ld her that, even though she’s contagious (she may still have strep, and even if she doesn’t, she most certainly did), she’s to observe good hygiene rules). “Don’t share food with anyone… unless there’s a cousin you don’t like, then you can sneeze all over him.”
I’m guessing even if I knew where the detector was it wouldn’t do me much good (there’s a battery-operated on top of the bed, but it’s installed in the ceiling, so the time it was chirping all night I had to wait all weekend until maintenance could come replace the batteries). It could be that kindm, or it could be the electrical variety—I think that kind’s in the living room, or is it the hallway. (I’d also give anything to know what, exactly, broadcasts the fire bell around the apartment--it seems to come from every direction, except of course the bedroom, so if that changes I have my answer.)
Reply #3263. Mar 02 12, 2:54 PM
|I've checked my closet two or three times, and can't find my dress pants :(|
Reply #3264. Mar 02 12, 5:47 PM
|“I’m probably nervous because I don’t know what to expect.”|
That’s only part of it.
Plans for Sunday have changed because, just this week, Edward was kicked out of the m usical due to poor academic performance. In one respect, I understand, but in another I’m outraged: Mom just spent $94 on tickets, which are nonrefundable, and now she no longer wants to go. She said if I really did, then we would, but I agree with her; the only reason I was going was to see Edward. That’s why Mom was going, and that’s why Elysha was going (she’s a sophomore, and sophomores aren’t in the musical—just juniors and seniors). Mom was in there, arguing forcefully that the school reconsider (had it not been the week of the performance, it would be a different story).
Mom told Anita and my grandmother she’ll pick them up tomorrow. Grandma’s haiving qa pity party because she doesn;’t feel well, ancd Anita’s fereaking out because Grandma’s sick and she’s not sure if she wants to be in a car with her for an hour.
All in all, a very frustrating evening :((
Reply #3265. Mar 02 12, 6:56 PM
Phew - follow that! |
I don't know about the musical or who Edward is, sorry, but I gather that he's worked, practised, rehearsed, and has finally been kicked out as punishment for something that happened in an area that's unrelated to the musical. If that's right, it's iniquitous, and the people who did it should be shot - and they need to refund the ticket money if they expect ever to sell any tickets ever again. Of course people go to these things to see friends and family. If they didn't, nobody would go. Rant over.
I like the doctor's suggestion. I hope your grandmother recovers, but she can be your secret weapon if anyone annoys you at the wedding.
Reply #3266. Mar 02 12, 8:46 PM
|Sorry-I was so upset earlier I didn’t explain very well: Edward’s Mom’s ex-boyfriend’s son, and a junior in high school. The musical’s at the school. It would have been a different story if Edward had been banned from participating in the musical earlier, but since they waited until the last minute… that’s why Mom went to the school and asked them to reconsider, or to refund the money. Of course, they won’t do either!|
Mom told both Anita and Grandma she’ll pick them up, and Anita’s freaking because she doesn’t want to be in a car with Grandma for an hour because she’s sick. And Grandma’s driving Mom nuts because she’s having a pity party over not feeling well. (sorry if I repeated anything—I tend to do that when I’m upset)
I called my friend Eric, the one who went to Colorado (and liked it so much he decided to live out there) when I was still *really mad about the musical, and I told him “Lebanon [Shigh School] is run by idiots!”
The tragic thing is that the public school system doesn’t get it: if a child fails his/her classes (or is struggling), it could be that something is interfering with his/her concentration (in this case, several somethings). Edward’s a bright kid, but he’s dealing with a horrible situation at home, and any or all of it could interfere with concentration on academics (after all, far more of that is needed to do well in school subjects than to do well in extracurricular activities). Plus, preparing for the musical allowed him to forget about his home situation (and, as Lesley noted, he put a lot of hard work into it and his family and friends paid to see him—not the other kids). The other night, Mom said he was inconsolable, and I can certainly believe that. (Tragically, he’s often struggled with his schooling; when will the public school system get it that such struggles from an intelligent individuall are a cry for help?
Pardon me for ranting. I’m going to bed now, and hopefully tomorrow I can focus only on this wedding (though I’m afraid I’ll have to pretend at least somewhat).
Mom’s coming in the morning to help me locate the pants, as well as come up with an outfit (she’ll be here around 11:30 or so, so all I’ll have to do is switch outfits and sneakers).
Reply #3267. Mar 02 12, 9:53 PM
|The wedding was at Salem United Church of Christ, which looked smaller than it truly was from the outside. The marriage ceremony was upstairs, so Mom and I took the elevator up. It was a traditional service, and the reception was downstairs.|
I had crackers and dip, a little balled up taco, a small hot dog, and some sort of open-faced sandwich thing for an appetizer. Then the miain course, which was salad, and the hot foot, which consisted of pasta and potatoes and carrots. For dessert, there was a red velvet cupcake. Corissa’s grandmother made them (Corissa’s the happy bride). In fact, her grandmother made all the food (it was a lot of work, but you could tell she enjoyed it).
The groom was Robert Junior, or Robbie. He came over at Grandma’s urging and danced with me for the “dollar dance.” (It was Grandma’s idea; I was uncertain as I didn’t think my balance would allow me, but Grandma wouldn’t take no for an answer and I didn’t want an argument. So she went over and asked him to come to the table and dance with me; this he did, all excited, as if there was nothing he’d like better than to make sure his older cousin enjoyed herself. He’s nine years younger than me.) He invited his mother, Audrey, although she’s inappropriate in public and he doesn’t care to be bothered with her (last night at the rehearsal dinner, Robbie heard her tell his dad that she was “taking bids on how long this [the marriage] will last.” Today at the reception, she squatted down (she was wearing a dress) and everyone could see her ***.
Michael took Grandma to the wedding, so Mom just haxd to worry about Anita and I. She couldn’t find the dress pants I’d wanted to wear, so I wound up wearing the other pair that, when I sit, make me feel fat. “I don’t feel fat when I’m standing. (the pants are dark blue, and I believe the sweater was, too). Anita had to sit in the front, as she has motion sickness. She also wanted to tell Mom which way to go, so Mom had to threaten to invoke the rule of one. (Before Anita got in, Mom tolld me that where she came from there was only one driver per har. “If you’re not driving, then **shut *up.”
Mom knows a guy who’s trying to get broadcast on the radio. She has a CD of 11 of his songs, and let me hear some of them. He doesn’t play instruments, but does all the sounds and instrumental work on the computer and with synthesizers. He writes the lyrics himself, and performs it himself. Mom thinks he has real talent, and I agree. So far, my favorite is the one about driving in a car with the sun roof up and a lovely lady by his side.
Some friends of Mom’s called and invited her to join them for a couple of drinks. So they’re picking her up, and the two of us said good night already.
I whacked my head accidentally against the roof of the car, and the head band I was wearing took the brunt of the impact. I had a feeling I’d broken it, and I was right. So, I need to look for new ones at Wal-Mart.
I also need to look for new sneakers, because the no-tie ones I have (good for emergencies, plus used for exercise), are falling apart (a piece of the sole on the left one was hanging off the other day, so I pulled it off). It’s not at the tripping hazard phase yet, but it’s time to buy new ones when they start falling apart.
I was telling Mom how, last year when the high school did “Les Mis,” I would have wanted to go whether Elysha was in the chorus or not. “That’s my favorite musical.” I explained how my one friend from Beacon Lodge had the soundtrack (this was when I was ten or eleven), and that’s what got me hooked. (I also said I was surprised I remembered that, but then again “it was the year of the blind leading the blind.” Lauren and I were at the campfire one night after it had burned out, and she attempted to lead me away, and we both tripped into the fireplace. (I have light perception, but I don’t think she had *any vision at all).
And I still want to look for that Three Days Grace CD that I wanted to buy for my birthday.
I asked Mom earlier if she realizes her birthday is on a Tuesday this year (which means that March 29 is a Thursday, the significance being that it was Thursday March 29 2007 that I broke my leg. I wasn’t operated on until the following Wednesday, April 4, which just so happens to be the day after Mom’s birthday—and, this year, when [I hope] the next new episode of “Revenge” comes).
Reply #3268. Mar 03 12, 8:23 PM
Anybody would be upset. It sounds like the school has gone beyond discipline into vindictiveness. And they've punished his family a well as him. Does he have to go to that school? Are there other schools, or is home schooling an option? |
Is it the system? Could it just be a lousy school run by vicious, unfeeling people?
Perhaps Edward could perform his part at home, for family, make a party of it, unless he's too upset to perform.
Reply #3269. Mar 03 12, 10:02 PM
PS Robbie is very young - and his mother sounds unkind. Shame. |
Reply #3270. Mar 03 12, 10:03 PM
Try to have a good time, and don't worry. It's a wedding...There will be some nice stuff going on! :)|
Reply #3271. Mar 03 12, 10:30 PM
|That’s the only high school in this district, and changing now would probably be a very bad idea anyway. As for home-schooling, the father would never even consider it (and he’s just as heartless—pardon the bitterness—as any of the idiots who run the school!|
I’m sure part of the problem is the public school system, but it’s certainly not all of it: they all have this strict discipline policy, but most of them (or so I think) would have prevented Edward from being in the musical from the start given his past academic record and current struggles. But they don’t get the fact that there might be a legitimate reason he’s not doing well (and, let’s face it: some kids just aren’t good about opening up to people they don’t know—when I was in Annville-Cleona School, I certainly wasn’t!)
Next time he’s over here, maybe. But he couldn’t at home—I’m sure the father would have a fit).
Yes, both Robbie and Corissa (his bride) are young, but age shouldn’t even enter into the equation. Does it really determine whether a marriage is successful or not?
There were good points—it’s just a crying shame there was so much sh*** as well.
Reply #3272. Mar 04 12, 10:21 AM
|The guests were given little wine glasses as momentos; they have on the name of the happy couple, as well as the date.|
We had grape juice for the toast, and I'm not a fan of that (but I figured I'd choke it down because it wasn't much). I can stomach the white grape juice, though-and I love grapes (ironic, huh?) That's the main reason why, when I tried wine, I didn't like it (and, yesterday, I was able to swallow by commanding myself not to smell the grape juice)
The gramdmothers were given flowers, and Grandma was touched to be considered as one of them (she's his aunt, but he grew up calling her nanny because his grandmother was sick, just as his dad grew up calling Grandma Mom - Rob was two years old when Jean got sick, so Grandma was the one who raised him)
Reply #3273. Mar 04 12, 12:44 PM
|Mom came over with some pasta for me (four containers) and my clean clothes (not to mention my house key, which she took to make things easier when she brought the clothes over)|
She bought me a pair of shoes with Velcro straps, but they were too narrow (as well as too small) so she's taking them back (she bought them because they were on sale)
I was smelling smoke on and off today, but think it was just my imagination (most likely, the smell came home with me yesterday; it wasn't a confined space, thank goodness, but either someone was smoking there or someone (or several someones) had the particles on them (actually, I know the answer--the latter--because I happen to know at least one smoker, and perhaps two)
Iwas out earlier to take out some recycling, and I didn't smell any smoke (I kept sniffing the whole way)
Mom has a sore throat: I hope she didn't catch what Grandma has (they were right next to each other, and Grandma was closer to Mom than to me; they didn't hug, but... and part of my unease might be the vague dream I had--the only thing I can remember is the word strep)
I wrote another original composition (as soon as I write down the lyrics, I'll post them here). It's close to one of my poems (an older one called "Innocence," but some of the words have been changed around.
Reply #3274. Mar 04 12, 9:28 PM
|Verse: “Sweet little girl,/Just four years old,/Your eyes so full of wonder,/Too soon that light/In your eyes/Will dim forever.”|
Refrain: “No one so young/Should have to see/The things that you have seen;/No one so young should have to deal/With Cruelty, Pain and Greed.”
Reply #3275. Mar 04 12, 9:38 PM
|What are the republicans doing? It seems they're throwing fuel on the fire and asking for a fight!|
Reply #3276. Mar 06 12, 5:49 PM
|It seems admin's finally cracking down on the lease violation. I don't know what they've done regarding the report I called in a week and a half or so ago; it's none of my business. Part of me thinks it was a bad idea to use the words "hydrogen cyanide" in the report, but I was upset and not thinking clearly (when I found out the toxin was in cigarettes I went over the edge)|
Reply #3277. Mar 06 12, 5:52 PM
|I felt somewhat guilty earlier about my harsh wording. And then I spoke to Mom, who gave me a reality check. And I wrote two poems:|
Reply #3278. Mar 06 12, 8:56 PM
Who points out
Or a friend
Or even the
Small voice that says,
“Stop feeling sorry
All this and
More, wrapped up
Most needed right now.
Reply #3279. Mar 06 12, 8:57 PM
|If I had a chance,|
I’d go back in time
And rearmange my wording:
Taking out this phrase,
And substituting that.
Why is it that
Only with hindsight
Can we see what
Should have been done?
The minute mistakes,
Those little changes
That would have made
Us feel so much better?
Why can’t we just
Do it right the
First time around
In order to
Eliminate hindsight altogether?
Perhaps we need
The reminders of
What we did wrong,
A sort of catalog
Of “don’t do this;”
We should start a
List of “do this when”
Instead of “not this:”
Reply #3280. Mar 06 12, 8:57 PM
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