mousme: A text icon in black text on yellow that reads The avalanche has started, it is too late for the pebbles to vote (Avalanche)
Night shift does weird things to my brain, sometimes. I don't remember what I dreamed about after I went to sleep this morning, but I woke up with the old quote from Mr. Rogers flitting about my brain:

'When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, "Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping."'
 
 

I'm sure I'm not the first person to think about this or to even say it (write it?) out loud. In fact, I'm sure I've seen it elsewhere on the internet. That quote was Mr. Rogers speaking to children, just as his mother had spoken to him when he was a child. Children are the most vulnerable in every community, and the least able to protect themselves, and so the world can often look incredibly scary to them. It's good to provide not only safety, but a sense of safety. "Look! There are always people who will want to help you," is very reassuring when you are a small person with little to no control over your life.

It's important to remember that this was said for the benefit of children. It's not for those of us who are grown up, who are adults in our own right with varying degrees of power and agency. Once we are adults, we have to become the helpers, we have to BE the helpers. We no longer have the luxury of being passive in the face of suffering when we have the option to help.

And this is what I grapple with on a pretty regular basis. What should I be doing? What am I capable of doing? Am I doing the right thing? Am I doing enough?

I have a lot of empathy for Chidi from The Good Place, who was so stressed out by perceived ethical dilemmas that he was paralyzed with indecision and ended up actually causing harm, even though his intentions were good. I spend probably more time than is good for me thinking about doing things rather than actually doing them, and in my case it's because I have way more ideas than I have time and energy, and if I were to try to do it all I'd have to quit my job and also never sleep again, neither of which are particularly practical. ;)

I have been trying to do what I can, pouring a fair bit of effort into my Quaker Meeting, but also doing my best to pull together a local mutual aid group. I've been trying to get involved with local efforts to help the unhoused population, but the shift work makes it really difficult to commit to volunteering. Most organizations want you to commit to a regular weekly schedule, and of course I can't do that, because there are lots of weeks when I have to work at the hours I'd be volunteering. In fact, I haven't found a single organization so far that doesn't want that, which is super frustrating. I understand why: it's so much easier to schedule people when they commit to a regular weekly time slot. However, that means that most volunteering positions are suited to retirees or people who are independently wealthy and don't have to work, or a small percentage of working people who can find evening or weekend volunteering positions.

My anxiety about this falls into the same category as my anxiety about whether I have too much money. As a Christian, I should be embracing a life of simplicity and giving everything else to those in need. And, of course, my silly brain has conniption fits about What It All Means. I suspect this may be a part of the undiagnosed-but-probably-autism, which wants Clear and Concrete Numbers and Specific Parameters, and of course adhering to Christianity is a fraught, swampy mess instead. But yeah, I routinely have qualms about whether I'm living a good life. Like, I have a lot of stuff. A lot a lot, as the kids like to say these days. I live in a nice house. Yes, it's a rental, but it's a nice house. Am I spending an immoral amount of money on myself? Is it moral to have savings when others are unhoused?

Of course, I feel weird even asking these questions, because it sounds even to me like all I'm doing is asking for reassurances. No, Phnee, it's totally fine to have savings, you're still a good person! *pat pat* Which is not really what I want, but it's also kind of what I want. I just want someone to give me an exact number, which of course isn't possible. It's not like you're a good or moral person if you have, say, under $1,000 in your savings, or that you're immoral if you have more than $5,000. There's definitely an argument to be made that you can't be a good or moral person if you're a billionaire, because there's no way to become that rich without exploiting and harming people. I am not a billionaire, which feels like a bare minimum, frankly, and I doubt any billionaires grapple with these thoughts at all.

*lies on the floor*

I don't know where I'm going with this. Mostly that I'm deeply insecure about all my life choices. How do normal people not spend an inordinate amount of time worrying about this stuff?

Anyway, I am going to try to get through the rest of my night shifts without any more existential crises or paradigmatic collapses. Wish me luck!

mousme: A text icon in pale blue that reads Winter is Coming (Winter is Coming)
If you had told me ten years ago that I would live to see the day when a US government official would throw up not one, but two Sieg Heils in a row during an inauguration, I would not have believed you, but HERE WE ARE, apparently.

I simultaneously have no words and all the words. I feel as though, if I start talking about what I'm feeling, I will crack open and everything will come pouring out of me and just never stop, a flood of outrage and indignation and fear on behalf of all the people I know and love. Already there are reports coming in from the US about executive orders about taking away care for trans people, and deporting immigrants, and any number of other attacks on civil liberties. If it weren't so damned dangerous, it would be funny that the wording of one of the executive orders has inadvertently declared everyone in the USA a woman, because it specifies that it's the sex "at conception" that determines legal gender, and every single fertilized egg starts out as female. But it's not funny, because this is just going to be used to seriously harm one of the most vulnerable populations out there. We can laugh, but we all know it's gallows humour, just laughing in the face of adversity, because what choice do we have? It's Day 1 of the new Presidency, and already there are people spreading panic about ICE takedowns that aren't really happening, because they want their 15 minutes of fame on social media, and the misinformation is getting spread around and causing harm by burying legitimate information about deportation actions taking place. It's all a goddamned mess.

It's at times like this that I ever so slightly regret leaving my position at the RCMP, because I often knew National Security things well ahead of the public, and it gave me a probably false sense of security that I might be able to see a lot of things coming and prepare accordingly. For the record, I had given it a lot of thought while I was working there, and if I'd come across information that I thought might save lives if I became a whistleblower, then I would have done exactly that. So it wasn't just about being personally prepared. Just in case you were wondering.

In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out what I can do and where my limits lie. I have been frustratingly unable to keep myself together these past few years, let alone help anyone else, but it's clear I have to do more than what I have been. As they say: if you find yourself wondering what you would have done when the Nazis took power, look at what you're doing right now, because that's what you would have done then. For me right now that looks like going to work, trying to pay my bills, and feeling something akin to despair at what I'm seeing all around me, combined with doing a little bit of prepping whenever I can muster the energy. Clearly, in light of what's happening, that's not enough.

I don't think I can do anything that will directly or materially help my friends south of the border. It's just not within my power at this time. For what it's worth, if any of you land on my doorstep here in Canada after making it across the border, you will always have a place to crash while you figure out your next steps. It's just that Canada has a ridiculous immigration process and it's next to impossible for US citizens to gain a path to Canadian citizenship outside of a work or student visa, and work visas are really tricky to get these days. And Immigration, Refugees, and Citizenship Canada (IRCC) have just announced they're cutting 3,300 jobs in the next few months, so that will make wait times even longer and the paperwork even more complicated, I assume. 

So I'm going to focus on what I can do closer to home. We've been facing a housing and hunger crisis for a long time in Canada, so I'm going to try to find a volunteer spot at a local food bank. A lot of the local volunteer-based outreach is dominated by Christian organizations with a lot of emphasis on proselytizing, which I am not keen on. I'm thinking, though, that if I get enough experience, I might down the road be able to get together with other like-minded people and maybe start a food pantry or a food bank of my own. No idea if that's realistic or feasible, but something worth looking into, I think.

I'm also going to make a renewed effort to connect with my neighbours. I live in a townhome complex, and mostly people keep to themselves, but I am on friendly-if-distant terms with my immediate neighbours. The lady who kept calling bylaw on my dogs and whose son stormed aggressively into my yard to scream at me a couple of years ago is welcome to go fuck herself, but I am going to reach out to my closer neighbours. There's a few who have made at least polite noises about having a shared drink at some point, and while my last invitation was politely declined due to prior commitments, I will give it another try, probably in February so I have at least a snowball's chance in hell of getting the house clean enough for guests.

I've been following an account called "The Happy Urbanist" on TikTok, and last year he started a regular event at his house called "Popsicles on the Porch," where every Thursday evening through the summer he'd bring out a giant cooler full of popsicles and distribute them to his neighbours from his porch. Everyone was welcome, it was an outdoor affair so distancing was possible, and it was super kid-friendly.  So I think I will start that in late April or May. Of course, I don't have a porch, but I do have a front stoop and a driveway, so I can definitely make something happen, and if it takes off in the summer I will try to extend it into the fall and the warmer part of winter, and serve coffee and hot chocolate instead of popsicles. I might even pull my barbecue into the driveway and ask people to bring their own food if they want to have more than a popsicle. This plan is going to be a lot easier to enact in the near future than anything else. I'm going to post an announcement on local community boards (both physical and online), and put paper flyers in mailboxes for my immediate neighbours, and see what happens. I might get no people or I might get fifty or a hundred, there's no real way to tell at this point.

I'm in a few local groups on Facebook and NextDoor, so there does appear to be some desire to connect with community among the folks in my area. I am taking that as a sign to be optimistic, at least.

In the meantime, I am determined to make this weekend the time I get all my seeds started for both my indoor veggie garden and for my community garden plot. I was always told not to start my plants too early or they'd get leggy/otherwise not do well, but I have found another gardening resource that has what seems like good advice on how to start your plants early and get not only good results, but hardier/more resilient plants for the growing season and even a potentially better harvest.

I have plans to put in at least one raised bed in my own backyard this summer, and multiple raised beds in my garden plot. I was originally planning to plant everything in the ground directly, but last summer's back injury has convinced me that this is a bad idea. I need to have access to at least part of the garden without having to bend/crouch all the way down to ground level. 

I also put in an order for a pound of red wiggler worms yesterday which I will hopefully be picking up tomorrow in order to start vermicomposting again. I am planning a three-tier system using Rubbermaid bins this time, along with a repurposed cooler drain for easier access to the "worm tea" (aka the liquid that is produced by worm bins in addition to the compost/worm castings).

So, yeah. I want to at least try to not be a useless lump for the next few months. Only time will tell if I will be successful in any meaningful way.

mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Delusions of Grandeur)
I don't think I could possibly catch up on everything that's happened since I last posted here, so I won't even try. That being said, there's stuff coming up that I may want to blog about in more depth, so making a bit of an effort now is in order.

First off, hi LJ Land! I haven't been posting, but I do read everything you write. <3

Anyway, have a bullet-point version of the past few months:

  • I adopted three new cats in February. It was meant to be two, but then [livejournal.com profile] fearsclave was forced to rehome his kitties due to health concerns, and so I got his Maggie as well. Alas, one of the other two cats I got is not integrating into the household, so he will be vacating the premises and going to live with good friends of mine. So far all the cats mostly get along, with some spats and negotiating of territory still happening. Things are settling down slowly but surely.

  • I am still volunteering in the soup kitchen at Shepherd's (I won't use the full name, because I don't want their media relations people reading all my posts), and have also started volunteering one day a week at their community garden plot, helping to grow and harvest vegetables for the soup kitchen. I still love it, although the work is often physically very demanding.

  • I went on a trip to Barcelona with my parents in March, which was far too short but truly wonderful. I posted lots of pictures on Facebook, so anyone following me there probably saw them.

  • The work restructuring continues apace. It is, as I suspected, a PITA, and has resulted in a lot more work being given to much fewer people. Those people are also the ones who are paid the least, not surprisingly. It appears every workplace is the same when it comes to penny pinching: the higher up you are, the less you feel the pinch.

  • I also managed to escape to PEI for a while this summer, also with my parents. I've joked with them that we've seen more of each other since I moved to Ottawa than in the past five years I lived in Montreal combined. That's not quite true, but they have been making extra efforts to come out and see me (and vice versa!) since I moved.

  • The past two years of commuting to and from work in Ottawa, as well as trying to run two households on one income, paying for private daycare, and then renovating the house in order to sell it, all took a pretty serious financial toll on me. The short, ugly version is that I accumulated a fair bit of debt in order to do that. So I've been tightening my belt (the two trips notwithstanding, although in both cases my parents were generous enough to pay for almost everything) and looking for extra sources of income. I'm currently trying my hand at being a mystery shopper. It doesn't bring in a fortune, and it's not super great work for someone with anxiety, but I'm hoping it will at least offset some of my monthly bills. Every little bit helps, right? I also need to get my act together and try to sell some of the "extra" furniture that doesn't fit in my new, smaller house.

  • In happier, not debt-filled news, I have been approved by the Ottawa Children's Aid Society to continue with PRIDE training (Parental Resources for Information, Development, and Education) as well as a home study. The training starts on September 9th, and if all goes well I should be done with everything by the end of October. If I'm approved as a prospective adoptive parents after that, then I get to start the waiting game of being matched up with a child (or maybe children!) in need of a permanent home.

So that's me in a nutshell. I may be using this space to talk about the PRIDE training in September and October, so apologies in advance to everyone who finds that sort of stuff super boring. I promise to put it behind a cut if it gets overly long. :)

I know lots of you have been having a really rough year. I hope you're all keeping as well as possible under the circumstances. *hugs all around*
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (A Little Worship)

Clearly, it's not working for me. I used to post to LJ a million times a day, but that was before Twitter gave me an outlet for all those random thoughts that pop into my head that I feel compelled to share with the world. ;)

So nowadays I wait until I feel I have something of substance to say in order to post here, but let's face it, I rarely have anything of substance to say these days. It's all fleeting thoughts and superficial impressions, all the time!

Volunteering and Google Alert Weirdness! )

Rambling about routines and health and sleep and stuff )

I think later this week I'll make a more upbeat post with all the new projects I want to do in my copious amounts of spare time. Those are a lot more fun than all this whining about being tired and out of shape and not having enough time or energy to do things. So, an upbeat post to look forward to!

This has been a rambly, long-winded post. Thank you for bearing with me as I basically process everything in my head out loud. ;)

mousme: A text icon, dark green text on pale green, that reads There is no normal life. There's just life. (No Normal Life)
I promised I would update on all the things, and then never did so. So, uh, I'm going to try to do this succinctly. I will very likely fail at that too. Succinctness (succinctitude?) has never been my forte, as you all know. ;)

Update behind the cut! )
I think that's it for now. Thank you for bearing with me if you made it past that wall of text. ;)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Carpet Ship)
The universe rewarded me for turning 36 with a wicked bout of vertigo in the middle of my night shift, which I was working alone. So I had to call my boss in disgrace for the second time in six months and crawl home and wait for death, but not before I ended up puking in the trash can at work because I couldn't make it to the bathroom. It was extra humiliating. /o\ I also had to cancel my first ever volunteer session at Shepherds of Good Hope, which also sucked.

So things are a little like my icon, but without the vodka, and it's not nearly as fun as it looks.

I spent today curled up with my laptop, posted some fanfiction and took a nap. I also did dishes, so that today wouldn't be a total write-off. I'm scheduled to have a Skype chat with my parents later on too, which will be nice. The world has (mostly) stopped spinning, and moving doesn't make me throw up anymore, so that's a win. :)

Now seems like as good a time as any to talk about my plans for the year. I've decided not to do "resolutions" in the traditional sense of the word. That being said, I do have a lot on my plate for the foreseeable future.

2015 behind the cut! )

Anyway, that concludes my lengthy rambling about what I have in mind for the year. I'd promise to post more, but that's probably a lie. I seem to go through phases when I post a lot, and others in which I post only sporadically or not at all, and I think I'll just stick to that. I'll post when I feel I have something of value to share, and that will have to suffice.

Happy New Year again, everyone!
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Death by shinies!)
Elizabeth Peters is an evil, evil woman. The more I read, the more I want. I got my hands on a copy of "The Falcon At the Portal" and it just about broke my heart in twelve separate pieces. Wah! Nefret! Wah! Ramses! Waaaaaaah!

:::gets stabbed repeatedly in heart by cruel, merciless author:::

I can't begin to imagine how hard it must have been for her to do that to her characters. [livejournal.com profile] owldaughter is entirely to blame for my current heartbreak: she introduced me to the series.


In other news, work is work. I have so many things going on these days that I have no time at all to post about them, and more stuff is piling itself on top of that, and yet I still have to wedge sleep in there somewhere. Sleep-deprived!Phnee is not a fun Phnee, let me tell you.

Let's make a grocery list of stuff that's taking place in Phnee's existence these days:

This got long... )

Anyway, that's what I'm up to these days (and in the near future). I had a lovely chat on the phone with [livejournal.com profile] joane and [livejournal.com profile] shenlo later on. I looked up their number on canada411.com, since for some reason I didn't have it. I'm not much of a phone person as a rule, but I thought it was high time we have a voice-to-voice conversation as opposed to just an online chat. Not that those aren't a great way of communicating, but sometimes it's nice to hear people's voices on the other end of the line. Also, I got to squee in person about Yet Another Fantasy Gamer Comic, which is all to the good. :)

Now I'm going to bed. Might post a poll about the aforementioned filter first, but then definitely bed. :)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Gahoogy hoo! Coffee!)
Four-day weeks are great, except that they seriously mess up my sense of timing. I spent today filing and wrestling with The One Form, which is by itself incentive enough to look for another line of work. I'd bitch and moan about that now, but I have to run. Volunteering at my dance club in half an hour. Places to go, people to see, music to dance to.

Italy won, if the noise outside is to be believed. I never realised how many fans lived in my neighbourhood. I'm vaguely frightened.

In case you'd forgotten but are interested, I'm still posting my serials up at [livejournal.com profile] secret_history. Beyond the Pale just updated, and Conflation will go up on Thursday (it's following a bi-monthly schedule instead of a weekly one like BTP).

Gotta run. More later, maybe.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Paintball!)
Hokay. This weekend was jam-packed with stuff and things and action, so I think I ought to record it for posterity.

:::ETA:::

Holy shit this got long. Cut-tagging now for your convenience.

:::/ETA:::

Friday )

Saturday Morning )

Saturday Afternoon and Evening )

'It's the Sunday morning after...' )

And that's it for this entry. I think I shall make a separate one about 24 so that it doesn't get lost in all the verbiage.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Ride a cowboy)
I was cheerfully writing up the latest instalment of Beyond the Pale last night when the phone rang for the second time. The first time had been [livejournal.com profile] luvenditti with some fun news. However, I wasn't expecting any calls, and I came close to ignoring the phone. Then I remembered that I had resolved not to ignore my phone as much, so I picked up.

It was the president of my dancing club. Turns out I was scheduled to volunteer last night but hadn't written it down in my agenda. Oops. So I left the apartment like a bat out of hell, and arrived only about twenty minutes late. Oops again. So much for going to bed early.

Luckily the class ended early, and I managed to get to bed by 11:00. It's not quite the 9:30 bedtime I'd been planning, since there will be no time for me to sleep in for a few weeks after this, nor to go to bed early, for that matter. But it was still a reasonable hour.

Organizational skills obviously need some work. Gah.

There's more, but I may reserve that for another post. Today is turning out to be equal parts stress and unremitting boredom.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Not What You Think)
Well, the elections are over at the club.The politics were petty, as predicted, but the process went smoothly. My migraine flared during the politicking, and has since abated a bit, but not so much that I won't head to bed in a few minutes. I slept for a while this afternoon instead of making something for the potluck dinner, which in retrospect was a good idea on both counts: I felt better afterward, and there was more food there than anyone could reasonably eat. So, it worked out.

Can't say the same for the election itself. There was Drama, and there was Wank. Wank on a scale which I have seen equalled only in online Harry Potter RPGs. ;)

Seriously, though, there was Drama to the point where one of the people I really get on with (and, yes, am sort of in a relationship with -ack! dangling participle! Death! And no, I don't want to discuss the relationship just yet.) doesn't want to come back to the club at all. Thus, I am irked. I'm irked by the people who've made it highly unpleasant for this guy (yes, it's a guy, and no, I still don't want to talk about it) to come to the club. They've managed to pick out his weak spots, and they push his buttons until he freaks out, and then they act all holier-than-thou because he freaked out and they portray themselves as "victims." In this case, one woman (this was last night, when I wasn't there) got very drunk and, after coming to him for comfort for her problems (of which she has many), turned on him like a rabid dog, and by all accounts fought dirty and hit a good number of times below the belt before he was able to extricate himself from the argument. To his credit, he kept his cool until his roommate took him home.

It's very frustrating. I have a good, if neutral relationship with the stupid people who keep antagonizing him. I also happen to think they're being catty bitches with this guy, and that they deserve a good clubbing upside the head. They're adults, and they're basically acting like schoolyard bullies. They honestly ought to know better. I mean, what purpose does it serve to goad him? He's not doing anything to them except exisiting in the same room. They've always managed to pull this shit when I'm not around, too, so I don't feel comfortable calling them on it with only hearsay to go on. I wish that either they'd do it in front of me, so that I have a leg to stand on, or else that someone else would grow a goddamn spine and tell them to lay off. My friend has gone out of his way to keep his temper, to keep out of their way, not to antagonize them, whatever, and they're still after him like a school of sharks who've scented blood.

I'm also at a loss how to deal with my friend, because he has coping mechanisms (or a lack thereof?) that are completely different than those with which I'm familiar. Hopefully he'll be calmer next time I see him, and we'll be able to talk properly. Tonight I couldn't get him to listen to anything I had to say. Also, I suck at communicating about feelings in French. Literature and history are no problem, but nuances of feeling and emotion don't come easily to me in that language. So I got frustrated because I felt that I wasn't expressing myself clearly enough, and my head hurt, and I wasn't getting through at all. I don't think he noticed, luckily, but still. It was not a good time there.

In short, those people suck, and they've driven away my dance partner, and I'm quite put out and a bit upset about all this. Not overly so, because it's not really my issue, but people I like are hurting, and that always pisses me off.

Anyway, the people I wanted elected didn't get elected, but hey, that's the democratic process, and one of them doesn't seem too bad, although I think he's in the pocket of someone else. I don't know the someone else very well, but I think he might be decent enough. Time will tell.

I danced a bit until the room started spinning, and so I decided to come home. I'm now going to go to bed, and hopefully I'll feel 100% tomorrow morning.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Manly and impulsive)
I'm probably not going to have my license suspended on grounds of being crazy. We'll see how that works out.

Weekend went by really, really quickly. Line dancing on Friday, much fun was had, although I was already pretty tired by then. Got up stupidly early on Saturday and cleaned, picked up [livejournal.com profile] ai731 for band practice. Practice rocked very hard, as usual, although I had to leave half an hour early in order to get stuff done. Did my grocery shopping at Atwater Market in the pouring rain, got soaked, and I think I paid too much for the asparagus. Still, I now have food in the apartment, which I didn't have before.

Guest arrived fifteen minutes early. I have a great track record for always being in the shower when the doorbell rings in the new apartment. Anyway, the guest in question was more than forbearing, and made friends with the FFE's (Feline Forces of Entropy, for those of you who are new to my LJ) while I got myself a little more organised.

Dinner was, well, a little haphazard. I made champignons en crème, which I hadn't made in a while, and my timing was a bit off. My béchamel was ready long before everything else, and I've apparently lost the trick of making good crepes with sarrazin flour (I get the feeling there's more French than English in that last sentence. Oh well.). Luckily I had a backup plan, which was baked potatoes in the oven, over which I poured the cream of mushroom, and that worked fairly well. It's more of a winter meal than a summer one, but the temperature outside was cool enough that we didn't both immediately expire from the heat.

We skipped salad and dessert, but there were some lovely cheeses. A St.-Agur, which is always nice if you like blue cheese, and a Ile-Aux-Grues Riopel, which is a Quebec lait cru and puts most French cheeses of its ilk to shame. Also had a nice little goat cheese seasoned with herbs that was mild and fragrant, but whose name sadly escapes me. Began with a "B."

The FFE's made total and complete idiots of themselves, acted as though no one loved them or took care of them and as though they hadn't been fed in days. Yowled and fawned and generally acted like the complete sucks that they are. Even Smudge eventually found his courage and ventured down from off the top of the bookcase to climb into the first available lap. I've apparently managed to make a semi-sociable animal out of him after all. I was impressed.

Sunday was breakfast with the parental units, and then off to the club for my last Sunday ever of volunteering. Hit the Massive Wall of Tired (TM) around 5pm, and never quite recovered. Didn't help that I haven't had much sleep over the last ten days. Got seriously annoyed when I saw that the two other volunteers basically only left me with Friday nights on which to do my volunteering. Meaning that I wouldn't get to do any dancing for six weeks straight. Let me tell you, that one didn't go over well at all with me. I am no longer being a martyr to the cause, the way I was in August. That time is over. Period. So I threw a rational and reasonably calm hissy fit about it, and pointed it out to the one volunteer who happened to be around. He hemmed and hawed and tried to wriggle out of his responsibilities, and then conceded that he would talk to the other guy (they're both named "R" so that doesn't help. Maybe I'll go with both initials.) and that they'd try to work something out.

So, yay me for standing up for myself. We'll see if that actually comes to anything, or whether I'll have to go to N, the guy in charge of all the volunteers, and get him to fix it. I hope it doesn't come to that.

This week is going to be busy. Tonight is the celebration of my father's birthday (two weeks late, but hey, it's not our fault he was in Europe for his birthday), tomorrow I have dancing (the advanced class), Wednesday is a retirement party for a friend, Thursday is dancing (intermediate class), and Friday I'm volunteering. Saturday there's more band practice, then a date (eek!).

Then, Sunday, blissfully, I get all to myself. There will be sleeping in, yes.
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Sleeping Dogs)
This is the last weekend I won't have to myself. I'm slated to volunteer this Sunday at the club, from 12:30 to 9:00pm.

Tomorrow I get up at ohmyGod!Early and clean the apartment. I remembered that I won't have as much time to do this as I thought, because [livejournal.com profile] random_colour is practicing earlier than before, thanks to the Loud Band of Doom (TM) who have taken to practising next door at the same time as us. This means getting up even earlier than I'd originally planned.

Tomorrow evening is sociableness, involving cooking. I don't think I've done any serious cooking in about a year. Perhaps a bit less. I have to buy actual food to cook. I still don't know what to make for dinner. Have to locate the dip recipe that [livejournal.com profile] curtana gave me a while back, because it's really good.

Sunday morning I still have to get up early, because I promised the parental units I'd have breakfast with them. From there I go directly to the club.

I am really, really tired. Next Sunday will be All. About. Me. No other people. No interruptions. No standing up for nine hours straight. Just me, the cats, and any quiet activity I feel like. Yarr.

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