Lindamcateer's blog

Planner

    
This semesester has finalized my need for a planner. I may have spoke of this already. I am not sure.  The previous is reason of why I need a planner. I can't keep anything straight anymore.  What I am realizing is the importance of alone time.... and actual studying time.  Between work, school, alone time, study time, and wife time; I am stretched thin....

Some good news is that  I am super glad that my job has hired a person to help me on the weekends. 

We still haven't heard from Illinois which is supposedly a good thing.  Again, we wait to move.

 

 

 

 

Andromeda

I finally have a spinning wheel.  I don't know why I always needed one.  Just that somehow I don't know how I ever got this far without getting one.  Spinning wool on a spinning wheel is just as therapeutic as meditation.  It reminds me of trimming pottery.  I used to put an upside down pot on the wheel so that I could make a pretty foot on the bottom.  I would turn on some Radiohead.  ..... then nothing happened.  A blessed nothingness experience.  I could see the trimmings of clay fall away, I was poignantly aware of the music.  But somehow I trimmed the same bowl for 45 minutes when it was only supposed to take 5 minutes.

I name my precious things.  So, here is Andromeda the spinning wheel.  She has the Grecian key motif all around her.  She came to me as such. So my wheel.

My first skein of yarn. Oh it's hideously lovely.  As imperfect as a first should be.  It does my ego good to be imperfect.

Our Little Secret...

This blog is mine. Mine alone for now.  I haven't told anyone that it is out there.  I have attached it to my 'real' name as opposed to various clever (If I may say...) pet names for myself.  So, it's here.  I really lost the flame for blogging when all my blogging pals left the little network or just stopped blogging altogether.  I couldn't read everyone's blog every day.  Our great binding tie (LOTR) simmered down .  People couldn't read mine and that falling away that I feared just happened.  The old blogs I dare not share with family and other friends.  They were too personal, and quite obviously a tumble into the madness of ten years of my life as I struggled with identity, divorce, a botched romance,  Body Dysmorphic and PTSD style grand anxiety.  While that's not the information that I would lead with, I am tired of the associated stigma.

Why come back?  I actually regret not having any record of the last few years.  Especially from the time that we had our foreign exchange students.  I have been in therapy for a year and a half and strangely enough when I faced the old dragons, they melted away like a mirage.  That is not to say that everything is peachy, but anyone who works nearly full time and goes to university full time is going to have a high level of anxiety that is normal.  Time management is what I want to master on my way to PhD.

I have plenty that is great to write about.  Michael is awesome.  We both are looking forward to being educated and doing what we want with our careers.  Our cats are fun and stifle the parenting urge a little.  We have plenty of friends and family with whom we have very good relationships.  We are constantly creating.  Lots of fun quirky every day life is going on.

Speaking of every day life.... there is a resident hawk on the campus and I am ecstatic.  I saw a second one today that has a considerable side difference which I am hoping is a sign of a breeding pair!  Please.... please please please please... let there be hawk babies this spring.....

 

The Key

     I've been crocheting like crazy.  I am trying to pick my needles back up but I think I blew my crafting wad. I am thoroughly annoyed with my semester.   One class in my major is giving me more trouble than Biology.  The teacher is fiercely intelligent, but I have to wonder what he was thinking when he schlepped this class together.  A completed History minor should be completed before joining this class.

     Still waiting to hear from Illinois, Tennessee, and Georgia.  Please, someone say yes to Michael ad a Ph. D candidate.  I am ready to feel that we might be somewhere for a while.  I would love if we could get in somewhere that we liked and could stay.  I like WV, but I find it a little close-minded, lacking in options of exceptional cuisine, and without hope of employment.

     I am going to multitask crochet and study for Spanish exam tomorrow.  

I finally joined the two pieces of my ivy vine with a skeleton key wrapped in an ivy vine. It is on my hip.  I love it.  I thought it would hurt more, but it actually tickled.  I had a hard time not laughing.

Must study and crochet now.

 

 

 

 

 

The Old College Try

     Recently, I have missed blogging.  However, I would say that I was torn with really committing to a blog again.  I have fallen out of love with Facebook.  The changes, the questionable security, the concern that someone is profiting from knowledge about my every day life in such an unabashed way.  Yet, I have so many 'friends' there. 

     I decided that I would try blogging again.  I really like being able to read the little things that have happened in the past in such detail as to help me remember even the emotions clearly.

     Since I'm going to Marshall University, and Michael is applying for Ph.D.'s  our life is certainly both boring and exciting all at the same time.  We are eagerly awaiting word from Illinois University in Champaign Urbana, University of Georgia in Athens, and Tennessee in Knoxville.  We have been declined by Michigan and Texas.  Michigan's rejection was super ouchy. We visted the campus and met with advisors about a year ago and we really liked it.  Illinois is our first choice.  Illinois is much more attractive to me than Georgia and Tennessee. 

     I changed majors from Psychology to Anthropology because that is where you will find my heart. 

     My homework and reading schedule are severly interfering with my yarn/craft schedule. 

     Our four cats are spoiled. Hemlock is getting to be old man cat.  Domina is still cross-eyed and crazy Siamese.  Pfeiffer is in some sort of teenage rebellion where she will never forgive me for dethroning her.  Lois is as aggressive as she is sweet, smart, and insistent on the order in the house is somehow supposed to be with her at the top.

     I wish I had something witty and chipper to say, but "Imagined Communities" won't read itself by 1 p.m. Check ya later.