seven kettles

I'm in one of those moods today. The kind where the burdens of life are just dragging you down. You know the sort I mean, when you just want to forget about any responsibilities or obligations and run away and take a little personal time to sit, and reflect, and enjoy the natural world. It's a little odd I'm feeling this way, and it came on quite suddenly. Perhaps spurred on by the acknowledgment that I've skipped the past 2 weeks of java lectures and workshops and missed another assignment, or by not seeing any of my friends for the past 3 weeks outside of school, or being overwhelmed by my financial situation and saddened by hearing from other students who received bursaries, who really didn't need them..

The sort of mood where I want to be working in a mind-numbing office job again so I can look forward to evenings and the weekends of complete and careless relaxation. I'm not planning on doing that anytime soon, though, and the current goal for the summer is to do freelance work, some tutorial/workshop jobs for the university, and any other part-time work I can find to fill up my the bank account. And I think I'm looking forward to it, but I can never trust that I'll be able to have some security in it, like I would if I went back to EA.

Suddenly it feels like I have nothing more to write. So this is when I force it out.

One of the reasons I haven't had time to see any of my friends is because I've been spending any free time with the boyfriend, who I began seeing about a month and a half ago. I was finally ready to have such a someone, after years and years of attempting to figure myself out. And it's been wonderful. There's a relatively long yet interesting story of how we met, but I won't go on about that just now. Instead I'll simply say that the timing was great.. one of those "not looking for it" moments, and the earlier part of the day, before meeting him, was one of the most memorable that I've had in many years. He makes me very happy, and I, him.

It's also been nice to hear from someone I consider an old friend. She's someone I haven't heard from in probably a year or more, and it was great to tell her how my life has progressed, and to hear about hers. It has put my mind back to the days when we were trying to figure out what we wanted in our futures, and how we could go about achieving it.

The grandparents are doing ok. My parents are glad to be home, because the grandfolk have almost become little children in the way they were acting and treating my mom.. and it's rather sad, because grandma has not been very willing to get out of bed and force the leg to start regaining strength and mobility, which will no doubt result in a much longer recovery time than was needed. It is putting a lot of strain on my parents and aunt's and uncles who live out there, as well as their relationships (issues around favorite children and such, that I don't need to share with all of you)

My dad has yet to find a new job, but he is pursing a couple of options that could work out for him. And I hope they do. My mom, although a little restless about the grandparent situation, is tiring herself out looking after the twins and their older brother a few blocks away.

My younger sister safely returned home from her Habitat for Humanity work in Hawaii, tanned and freckled, and maybe a little bit restless with her own university education.

My oldest brother in law is still gathering his transcripts and performing tests in applying to the Vancouver Police Department to hopefully achieve his dream job of a police officer for the city of Vancouver. My sister is enjoying her work teaching ESL, but wouldn't mind having more time to spend with their son.

My other sister and her husband are still renovating her new home in Thunder Bay, but I have yet to see any photos or hear anything from them about the progress.

And there's me, getting an A+ in at least 2 of my courses, and what will be an F in the fourth, with a bank account that will be empty by the end of the semester, and a Visa that is just about maxed out, a boyfriend who is starting to work too much for me to be able to see with my 7-day a week schoolwork schedule, legs that are weak and tired from an attempt to start getting active again, and a mind that is forever unsettled.

Oh life. Can't you hurry up and get to the good part, instead of requiring me to make good out of what I have?