ljgeoff

Last week, I went up to the UP to visit Carl and his family. All is well up there, and I worked my ass off for 4 days, working with Carl to clean out the basement and declutter the house. We filled up a rented dumpster, and hauled off four van-loads of clothes, books and miscellaneous housewares to the resale stores.

They were still sorting through baskets of clean clothes when I left. In between hauling, sorting, and dumping, I got to spend good time with my grandchildren -- Seth (7.5 yrs), Jareth (4 yrs), Eilie (2.5 yrs), and Carli (5 months).

When I returned to Lansing, Luke surprised me: "When I start school in Negaunee this fall, I'd like to come back to Lansing once a month or so to visit everyone. I think it'd be ok to miss one day a month; they can give me my work and I'll do it on the drive."

This was a somewhat confusing announcement, as he had not taken the time to say that he'd decided to start school in Negaunee this September. Try to keep up, I muttered inside my head. I was driving, taking him to his theater group, and I flashed him a look. "Makes more sense to start in September, mmm?"

He nodded and raised his brow expectantly. I realized I hadn't answered his question. "Yeah, once a month should be ok. We'll figure something out."

He nodded and started talking to me about a new game he'd played on Steam. "You'd like this one; very cool," he said.


I've decided that I'm not going to move out of the house right now. I decided in the way I usually decide things: I thought of moving and I though of not moving, and I paid attention to how my gut felt. My gut says stay. Not that there aren't reservations, but overall it's the right choice for now. It doesn't have anything to do with hopes that Mike and my relationship will magically heal. It has to do with uncertainty about Jerome's stability, not wanting to hassle with moving and disrupting myself as well as the kids, and figuring that I'm going to be moving out for good in nine months. There's a part of me that is pre' well closed off, but I'm functioning ok.

Classes start Monday, March 14 and end April 24. Labor and delivery, and long-term care. And then I can test for my LPN. Whew.

I got a 3.66 for the semester; 4.0s in algebra and anatomy and a 3.0 in physiology. The physiology grade has me annoyed because I would have got` a 3.5 in I hadn't totally tanked in the final.

All the nursing application stuff is done except the basic life saving for health professionals (that's a CPR/First aid card - a one day seminar) -- I'll take that in June or July, and it's ok if it's late. But I really don't know if I'll get in this semester, and it's driving me a little crazy. I'll know by the end of June.

The day after finals, I came down with a cold. Not just a cold, but one of those sudden bone weary, congested, hacking cough things that stopped me in my tracks. Bleh. So now it's Friday and I work tomorrow -- and then next week I have three days off. I will spend them gardening as much as I can and thinking of Wiscon as little as possible. Really, though, have a great time, folks, and tell me all about it.

I'm off to sign Luke up for the summer children's theater. He did their spring show, working on prop construction, and he really liked it, so he's doing that again. I need to get some butcher paper or something because we're doing one of those history timelines that shows what was happening on all the continents.