I volunteered in my daughter’s class today and the teacher was a jerk to me a few times. I wound up leaving an hour early. I don’t like her as teacher, and I hate to say this but I (almost) hate her as a person. She has no respect for her students, for her parent’s or her other faculty members. In that way, she reminds me of my ex-co-worker back in Oakland. Maybe some residual dislike has rubbed off on her. Or maybe not.
Anyway, she was very rude to me, so I left.
Last night my mom usually calls my dad at 4:30 but she didn’t call him until 7:30. I heard her in talking to him, while I was checking my voice mail. I don’t like carrying a phone with me when I’m out socially. Anyway, according to my mom he was “livid” that he couldn’t get a hold of me and that if it keeps up he’s not going to pay for a phone.
The reason he pays for the phone is that I would not to choose to have one at all. I’m not a super texter. I can have most conversations at home. I think of it as much of a convenience as a pain.
But he’s going to take away phone privileges from his 34 year old daughter.
Our refrigerator is broken to the tune of $450. It will cost about 2 1/2 x that for a new one. Of course we have less than a dollar in our checking account when all the checks clear.
I talk to Mr M about all that stuff and he tells me to go work out. About the same time we get a call asking if we wanted to go on a long walk. We did. We came home and I took a nap. I woke up and got to see Mr M, realizing that I just averted a hospitalization.
I decided to go to bed early, went for my pills, and discovered I hadn’t taken ANY today. It’s a wonder that things went as well as they did.
Oh, and before bed I left the text: “Am going to bed. Call house phone in emergency.”