1. I ran a heap of errands today and I think I managed to get almost everything we wanted or needed to get. PHEW.
2. Rain! It’s cool and clammy and dreary outside but it is most definitely RAIN and not snow or sleet or hail. RAIN!
3. Five trays of banana slices are currently in the dehydrator. They’re darker than I’d like (not enough pineapple juice, I guess) but I’m hopeful!
4. Getting some laundry done, some dishes washed and a bathroom cleaned.
5. This is the first day of March Break (for the kids), a week off (for Coffee) and a bunch of free days with only a bit of school (for me). Yay!

I am going to start passwording future entries about my kids – other than the very basic of cutenesses. If you would like the password, please email me.

(from Ordinary Courage.)

Lately, I have been spending a lot of time chanting, “Put him down.” inside my head.

The phrase is part of a story that I read, once, and cannot find again. The gist of it is as follows.

…

Two monks are walking down a road when they discover a bridge has been washed away by heavy rains. Standing at the edge of the river is a woman who is afraid to get her fancy clothing wet and who demands that one of the monks carry her across the water, keeping her dry, since they’re going to cross anyway.

The older monk allows the woman to climb on his back and proceeds to cross the river. As he does so, he accidentally splashes some water – the woman begins to berate him for his carelessness.

On reaching the other side, rather than thanking the monk for his assistance, the woman berates him further and angrily storms away. The monk simply smiles and bows his head.

The monks continue walking for some time. After a long period of silence, the younger monk says, “I do not understand. That woman was rude, but you carried her across anyway. Then she didn’t say thank you, but you smiled at her anyway!”

The older monk nodded and said, “I put that woman down a long time ago; why are you still carrying her?”

..

I am currently not a fan of 12 year olds. I must put him down, however, and not carry him all day.

1. Today I wrote my last exam for the term!
2. I have my online psych course to complete and my field placement, and then I am DONE for the YEAR!
3. Buying Middle One his first pocket knife – for Scouts – and picking one up for Coffee, too.
4. I bought Daisy a new collar because it’s lime green and has.. a daisy on it. :)
5. SPRING!

I am totally mad at Sylvain for posting his thoughts on euthanasia during a time when I am unable to spend a long stretch writing my own thoughts in reply.

Despite my sulking, I’d suggest you head over and read this post.

Only slightly relatedly, can I just say how totally tickled I am to have the sort of friendship where Sylvain and I have opposing (in many ways) viewpoints on a subject and are still able to tease and joke a little?

1. This morning’s exam, for which 2 hours were allotted, took me 20 minutes. Then I double-checked. Then I decided I was as done as I was gonna’ be and left.
2. Cherry lube. :)
3. Finding embossing pens at KW Surplus. Cheap. SWEEEEET!
4. Talking to my advisor this morning, getting some advice about my 2nd year field placement, and laughing.
5. Tomorrow is my last exam of the year. (!!!!) Yippee!!

Earlier today I went out to run an errand for Coffee. On the way, I stopped at the drug store to buy some lube – cherry flavoured, because I am growing tired of the scent of pina colada in my nether regions – and remembered that I wanted to pick up some mints to keep in my car.

I then remembered that I had almost used up the last of the wipes in the bathroom (and, on that note, I don’t understand why the more people don’t use the wet “personal wipes” along with their dry, scratch toilet paper). I grabbed a refill pack.

As I walked toward the cash register, and past the end-cap display of batteries, I noted with glee that they had some “N” batteries available. They’re very hard to find, other than online, and they’re required for my RO-80 vibrator, for which one never wants to run out of power because one never knows when one will require its services.

In other words, I basically carried a bunch of items to the cash register that, combined, could lead one to think I was about to have an AWESOME afternoon. Lube, batteries, personal wipes, breath mints..

Sadly, they don’t carry porn. I’d have felt obligated to pick some up.

(On the subject of sex, did you read this article? Awesome. My friend Robyn shared it via her Google Reader.)

At 1:00 today, I had my field placement interview. Ultimately, it’s mostly only a formality – unless we say, or do, something unspeakably stupid during the interview, in which case the supervisor can decide not to take us.

As it turns out, I think I’m going to really like the place where I’ll be working. I’m already feeling a bit sulky that it’s not my SECOND year placement, quite frankly. First year is 5 weeks – second year is 8 months.

At any rate, my duties will include going to court and hanging out in group homes and learning about psychiatric wards and meeting loads and loads of people. My supervisor seems to be a really great guy and he’s a graduate of the program, too. He has a sense of humour! He seems quite laid back and relaxed and very open to making sure I learn a lot in the next month.

And.. I get to wear jeans and I just need to buy a few new shirts.

YIPPEE!!!!!

(The clouds parted and the Violet sang..)

I came home from the interview and immediately changed into my jamma pants and washed all the makeup from my face (phew). Grabbed some food (baklava!) and some water. Sent Coffee email.

Tonight I have to study for a final exam (it’s tomorrow). I have another final exam on Thursday. And then I just have one more week of classes to attend.

Not bad. Not bad at all.