I posted on Facebook that I wondered if Harold Camping woke up today and felt that the world was too much with him.
One week of classes over, with week 2 about to begin. I have several people from the online class who have not even chimed in yet.
My niece Amber graduated from high school Friday evening, or so I'm told. Sally has left two phone messages (funny, it never occurred to her to drop a note in the mail). When I've tried to call her back, her cell phone was either turned off or inoperative for some other reason. Who knows. I know that it's all about the gift, so I bought Amber two cards and sent her a $50 check and a $50 gift card to Walmart. That's all any of them ever want from me, anyway.
My husband is planning to visit his mother at some point during the summer. I don't plan to go down to Louisiana. There's no point. They all seem to do better when I'm not part of their lives. And I simply cannot deal with their irrational heads-up-their-asses attitudes. I don't like feeling as if I'm the one on the defensive at all times, as if I'm the one who is responsible for all the world's woes (or at least, for all THEIR woes), so they can have what they want: religions, poverty, anti-science attitudes, conservative politics, negative ideas about education....
We worked for a while yesterday on plants for the deck and front porch. I've started trying to rake the stones up from the area that the old deck used to cover. That's harder than it seems, mainly because they've been there for a long time and have gotten semi-embedded. But we want to plant grass over part of it. We're going to get more rocks to cover the parts that are already pretty heavily rocked and then tuck hostas, English ivy, and periwinkle into crevices. At least that's my plan. I'm not so sure my husband is 100% behind the idea.
I'm doing laundry so that I can head back up to Big Rapids later today. Sigh. My face-to-face class is going well, but meeting four days a week gets exhausting.
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