because someone else has this computer reserved in twenty-one more minutes. Things are progressing by fits and starts, sort of. The new job continues to be interesting, with the personality conflicts and power struggles and the sheer inefficiency that a good office manager could do so much to fix (yes, of course they should hire me for that--my fingers positively itch to organize when I make my way through stacks of boxes of stored blood and hair samples to put away my doggie dna paperwork. (When I'm stressed, I organize, and the inefficiency and clutter there are stressful to me just by existing.) The clutter and disorganization would make me nuts if I planned on staying, but I'm not.
KidThree turned eighteen last week and has had a couple of flashes of pure adult thinking, albeit scattered amidst her truly screwy teenage thought processes. It's so funny to see, as I can never predict just who will respond to any given situation, the KidThree who can't understand why her needs aren't the most important thing to everyone on the planet, or the KidThree who is wise beyond her years, displaying an understanding of human nature that rivals Shakespeare's. At least I don't get bored.
I'm still in contact with the ex-wife of the man who was rendered quadriplegic in January. We are getting to know each other to see if having KidThree and me move in with him (he is still in a care facility, not at home yet) would be a good fit for both of us. Of course so much depends on personalities, as how could you live with someone you disliked, and there are the issues of trust--they don't know much about me, and I don't know enough about them. They must certainly have concerns that I'm trying to get away with something, to get a free ride, while I have concerns about being taken advantage of. It's almost like a courtship--does this work, can this be a unit, who would do what, how would this issue be resolved, who pays for what. Tomorrow I'll be going to see the ex-wife in person at her home, which is not too far from where KidThree and I live now.
Twelve minutes to go. Oh my. That little counter up in the corner just keeps ticking along.
I've decided to put off paying the full rent for another week to see if I can get KidTwo's computer out of the shop. If I can do that, the computer guy can connect it to the wireless network that is available at our apartment complex; then I won't have to pay the cable bill until I can actually afford it. KidThree misses the cable, but I don't.
Yesterday I made a quick stop at our Friends of the Library booksale. I know my weaknesses and so didn't take a bag, figuring that way I wouldn't get so many books. HA! And HAHA! It didn't work. I got a set of The Complete Oxford Shakespeare, just because my Shakespeares aren't in such small, easily held books, but how they could call that set complete when it has none of the sonnets or long poems, I don't understand. False advertising. I also got "Elizabethan Lyrics," "Elizabethan Prose," "17th Century Prose," "Elizabethan Plays," and two books whose actual titles I can't remember but that have to do with fifteenth-century prose and eighteenth-century writings. Oh, and a one-volume edition of Winston Churchill's "A History of the English-Speaking Peoples." I've started the book on 17th-century prose and am having a wonderful time, even though I'm not even through the introduction. Oh, Oh, and a prize, a little paperback of "Mansfield Park." Yes, of course I have a beautiful set of Jane Austen (which actually is complete, having "Lady Susan" and the juvenile and unfinished works), but I like to have raggedy little paperbacks to keep in my purse. "Mansfield Park" is one of my favorites (right up there with "Persuasion" and "Pride and Prejudice"), but I didn't have it in a raggedy little paperback. Now I do, so now my set of Jane Austen in raggedy little paperbacks is almost as complete as my beautiful silk-bound set. (I never did really like Emma (the character, not the book) and so that book is not among my favorites of hers.)
Four minutes remaining, so no proofreading. I'm off to the the New Non-fiction Shelves and the Friends of the Library kiosk to see what looks interesting, as the library is closed next week (spring break here) as a cost-saving measure. If I'm not back online for a bit, that's why.
I hope all is well for everyone in Red Room, but don't have time to go checking blogs. I'll check up on all friends when I'm really back online, not just in a short little session with only two minutes remaining.