I have to provide a one-paragraph bio.
Does this sound reasonable?
"Elizabeth Culmer has been attending FUSIT since shortly after she moved to Ithaca in 2000, initially via a short-lived UU student group at Cornell. She taught RE for over a decade, from Pre-K to the high school youth group, and has been a member of the Stewardship Team since 2017. She is an enthusiastic member of her hospitality team, and has frequently worked at the recycling sale and service auction. Liz grew up in New Jersey, where she was a born-and-raised member of the Summit UU congregation. She currently works for a real estate company renting apartments to Cornell students in Collegetown, and does some seasonal tax prep work for [Not the IRS] on the side."
ETA 9:10pm Okay, I've sent a slightly revised version to the nominating committee, along with a photo of me. We'll see how it goes. :)
Impostor Syndrome is insidious and annoying.
Also, I need to write a little one-paragraph bio for the annual meeting voting slate summary. Ugh. That's going to be as awkward as writing resumes and cover letters.
2. In gardening news, I planted my carrot seeds last night, so hopefully they'll be sprouted and ready to transplant in a couple weeks. I need to buy more potting soil, though, since I've decided that they're going in the big plastic tubs I used for my squash two years ago. They're deep enough that this should work out, particularly if I harvest the carrots before they get long and tough/woody.
I'm going to plant the tomato and Brussels sprout seeds this weekend, I think.
I also planted new pepper seeds in the six little peat cylinders whose first round of seeds either failed to sprout or failed to shed their seed coats. (I rescued one such trapped sprout, but didn't get to the other two in time on account of illness and general fatigue. So it goes.)
I probably ought to go do some ground prep and start organizing the raspberries this afternoon, but I am still extremely tired and I may just take a nap instead. *sigh*
3. I had a dentist appointment this morning wherein I got three new fillings. My bank account is not terribly happy with me. And I have another appointment in July for the fourth (and hopefully final!) round of cavity repairs. I probably could have scheduled it for June, but I figured I'd just shove the whole thing off to after my vacation so I didn't have to dredge up dates while standing at the front desk without my calendar.
And now, yeah, I am going to take a nap.
We have a slightly more concrete plan for the coming weeks, with the understanding that plans can change from day to day based on test results, scheduling issues, the whims of the insurance companies, and more.
Amy’s currently going through her third round of R-EPOCH chemotherapy (her fifth or sixth total round of chemo, depending on how you count them.) The goal is to do one more round the first full week in May, then do another CT scan. If she looks cancer-free at that time, we’ll move on to the bone marrow transplant step.
I got choked up the first time the phrase “cancer-free” came up. There’s so much hope and fear wrapped up in those two words, and in the results of that scan a month or so from now. We know she’s responded well to treatment so far, but there’s so much unknown…
We got to spend some good family time together for my birthday weekend, which was nice. I ate way too much, which was also nice 🙂
I’d like to believe the end is in sight, and we’re starting to move toward the next steps of her recovery and rebuilding our new normal. The whole family is pretty damn tired of cancer and chemo and all the rest. This crap gets old pretty quick.
We learned something exciting this week, though. Amy’s been using an infusion pump that delivers her chemo cocktail over the course of 3-4 days. But the tubing has sprung a leak at least three different times, all in the same spot. It looks like the chemotherapy meds are actually eating through the air filter in the line. These are the chemicals they’re pumping into my wife’s body…
Well, if they eat through filters, hopefully they’ll gobble up cancer cells even better.
So I spent most of my day processing forms. *sigh* I mean, it's necessary work, but man, it is so tedious.
There was also the usual round of package deliveries and pickups, we rented one studio, I gave a very confused prospective tenant a tour of our sample apartment (which exists because a tenant moved out early so we dressed up the vacant room to look pretty), I generated and sent out a couple parking leases, and so on and so forth. But mostly it was a never-ending flow of forms, which I had to print, scan, send emails acknowledging their receipt, mark them off on my clipboard tally sheet, mark them off on my Excel spreadsheet (the tally sheet is for quick visual reference; the spreadsheet is finer-grained and also includes useful info like tenant emails), upload to Rent Manager, attach to the relevant tenant accounts in Rent Manager, file a second electronic copy in our shared office drive, and file the paper copy.
(Paperless offices, my left foot.)
So that has been my day.
i said i would not post it on tumblr or ao3. this isn't either of those. doesn't count. right??? >_>
anyway scifi/psychic grimmjow/ichigo enemy sex in space. or something. nsfw.
"Heeeey. I'd recognize that hair anywhere. Ain't you the fucker who keeps cockblocking my shots?"
The last place Ichigo wanted to hear about his hair was in an alien forest on an alien planet in the middle of a quote-unquote "polite" standoff with an Arrancar hunter squad, and the last fucking person he wanted to hear it from was some asshole with hair as vividly blue as his own was orange.
He said nothing, though. Fourteen months under Captain Quilge Opie had broken him of opening his mouth unless addressed by a superior, and the Arrancar wasn't that.( Read more... )
1. I finished emailing all the people who still owe us a parental lease guarantee form (which is what we do instead of credit checks or past housing checks, because those are kind of useless for undergrad college students) and we've already received forms from over a dozen people. So that's good.
2. I continued showing New Hire some basics of document scanning and electronic file management. I also took her out to see two of our smaller properties. We would've done the other minor properties as well, but they're in the opposite direction and both she and I were feeling under the weather, so we left that for another day.
3. Stayed on top of email and phone inquiries LIKE A BOSS, despite still feeling under the weather.
In other news, I took my meds around noon today, on the theory that it was better to sort of ease back into my regular schedule. Tomorrow I will resume taking them with breakfast, and hopefully this will be a one-time lapse.
Today is the first training ride for the Bike Rally. I’ve been watching this date creep up on me, trying to get my head around it. I’ve even been at the meetings where we talk about when training will start, and what the schedule will be, and yay verily it was even me who approved the schedule, and I did so super calmly, and like I thought it was a good idea – which I do, intellectually.
Emotionally? Well, here’s the thing. I have not been back on my bike since the accident last fall when I broke my wrist.
I can feel now, as I look at my bike in the hall, pump up my tires (wipe the dust off the bike) that I have made a mistake. What I should have done was get back on my bike the exact moment that I was allowed to. Instead, when my allotted time was up, I told myself that the weather was too cold, that I was too busy… I even kitted up a few times – putting on my cycling gear and telling people I was leaving, then standing there, not quite able to go. I should have forced myself, because now here I am and I have given nervousness time and fertile ground to turn all the way into fear and dread.
Ken reminded me that I have ridden thousands of kilometres, and never hurt myself, except for that once. (Ken has a very analytical mind.) Those are good odds, he reminds me. He’s right too, getting hurt once doesn’t make it more likely I’ll fall again, that’s not how odds work, or learning, or luck. I am, in fact – less likely to get hurt this time, and last night at a party, a cycling friend said that it would take “two strokes on the bike” and I’d remember everything that’s great about it. (I am hoping he’s right, but think that maybe he underestimates my ability to be properly neurotic.)
In any case, now I’ve got no choice. I’m the Chair of the rally, I am simply going to have to ride my bike, and today is the day I have to start, so in 15 minutes I am going to *&^%$#ing leave here, and ride my bike and it is going to be fine and then I’ll be over it.
Anyway, if you want to- it’s a good day to send me a ding.
I just got home and found my antidepressant pills that I forgot to take with breakfast this morning.
Twelve hours late is better than never, right?
My darling Elliot, you are two now, and though I did not think it possible, we all love you even more than we did on your first Birthday – which is really saying something, because several of us cried that day out of sheer joy.
While I could wax poetic about your many fine qualities, and you are indeed one of the most charming people I have ever met, allow me to state here that you posses a miraculous trait, one we haven’t seen in our family for three generations – you are not picky in any way. You will try almost anything, if you can be reassured that it is safe. You will eat almost any food, if a royal taster eats it first, you will try any game, if someone else looks like they’re having fun before you, and you will go anywhere, if someone is going with you.
This isn’t to say that you don’t have preferences and opinions – you would, for example, rather die than eat mashed potatoes, and this is a position that I can respect. A reasonable amount of suspicion is warranted. You will learn as you grow older that mashed potatoes are a very fickle food often not worth eating, but other than that, you’ll happily give almost anything else a try, and this has led to some wonderful discoveries, like that your favourite vegetable at present is radishes.
You are in fact so adventuresome, such a little keener – so unlike so many other two year olds, we have dubbed you “The Yes Man.” Would you like to read a book? Yes. Would you like to go for a walk? Yes. Would you like to try this dinner? Yes. Would you like to go with Poppy to the store? Yes. Would you like to have a cuddle with Grammy? Yes. Would you like to taste this tofu? Yes. Yes, the answer is almost always yes. Even when it’s bedtime and you’re decidedly not into that scene, your protests are pretty weak, for a two year old. If the heartless tyrants trying to make you lie down sweeten the pot with a story, you’re in.
You are patient, not just for a two year old, but a human, and you have a wonderful (if somewhat un-evolved) sense of humour. (We are still getting a lot of mileage out of bonking trains together.) You are a very, very good listener, and it boggles my mind that a simple “no thank you” is enough to redirect your mistakes, most of the time. You are sensitive, and very kind, even if you still wake your mother to nurse through the night. (She is very patient too, still – I don’t know how much longer she wants to party through the night with you. Think over your choices, will you? I know she appreciates your success in the potty department, but it might not buy you that much time.)
You are the absolute light of our lives, the best thing that’s happened around here in a long time, and I would do anything for you, even kill a spider, and I don’t think I’d do that for anyone else.
It is all this, my darling boy, that means I can forgive you this week’s one transgression, which was your absolute refusal to put on your Birthday sweater at your party. I’m no fool, I understand that a sweater can’t compete with a train, but note for next year, it’s good form to pretend.
Thanks for modelling it the next day – and thanks to your Mama for the snaps.
We love you, and I wasn’t serious about the night nursing. You do it as long as you want. Your Mama will miss it someday.
PS. Your hair is coming along nicely. Don’t listen to your grandfather. He’s just jealous.
Friday was not pleased with yesterday’s snowfall. Pick a season, Michigan!
- Dutch Artists Paint Giant Bookcase on Apartment Featuring Residents’ Favorite Books
- U.S.S. Enterprise, LEGO Edition
- Animals + Snow
We went away for Spring Break to see the snow! (The kids don’t remember the only other time they’ve seen snow, as they were only 2). I like looking at snow, but I don’t like being in snow for long periods of time, as it’s cold, so I spent a lot of time in the cabin sorting pictures for my mom, watching Netflix, and working on latch hook.
One of my kids was recreating a project she saw on youtube: an idyllic beach scene, and I was tasked with making the palm trees because I had the glue gun. :)
Day 31 (last day!)
The challenge month is done! And I only missed about 4 days, and those were due to illness. I feel very accomplished.
Even though the month didn’t go as craftingly as I planned (2+ weeks of illness takes its toll) I did craft almost every day. Here’s to not getting so bogged down or distracted (I’m talking too much unnecessary Internet time here) again that I forget how much I enjoy the process of creation on a near-daily basis.