Saturday, January 6, 2018
#28 Friday
I was up in the night, as always.
Since I was up, I had to call the university to sort out a hold on my student registration that I've been trying to get sorted for months via a student advisor in the program I'm in. I've long suspected this advisor's incompetence and/or indifference, but it was proved yesterday when I called the student records department and was told that the reason for the hold had been removed months ago and it was only the advisor (who I've emailed repeatedly over the last TWO MONTHS) who was keeping me from registering. So I sent her a very, very pointed email. Very pointed. I even removed a couple of points because it was exceptionally pointed.
And then I had to bolt because I had to drive my brother to a doctor's appointment. We combined that with a burrito run, and lo-and-behold, I arrived home to an email from the advisor thanking ME for sorting out the problem (that was her fucking job to sort out in the first place) and telling me that she had removed the hold.
I registered for the one class I needed to register for at the university, an intensive psych clinical that runs for 35 days, and now all I have to do is cough up $2200. For one class. Four credit hours. At a state school. And everyone wonders how it is that students are graduating with tens of thousands of dollars worth of debt.
I printed out the schedules from the community college and the university and put them where I can find them this coming Monday, when I start classes.
A mystery presented itself when I went to check online for some packages I was expecting. One, a book of quilt patterns by Freddy Moran called Freddy's House: Brilliant Color in Quilts, was marked as delivered the day before, but that was not true. I tracked the package to see that it had left its home in Nevada and had been logged as delivered to someplace in New Jersey, which is on the other side of the country from me. Grrr. As I was texting Dave to tell him about this snafu, the postman knocked on the door and handed me the package--and four other packages with it. So I got the book, another book about quilting (Liberated Quiltmaking by Gwen Marston), a pack of 5-inch precuts (another pack, I should say), a 1/4 inch presser foot (it measures a standard quarter-inch seam which is standard in quilting), and a new wallet for Dave (his old one looks like it took the wrong route through a crocodile).
Then I took a nap. When I woke up, I made the bed, showered and got dressed. Today's lipstick: Wet 'n' Wild Liquid Catsuit in the shade Give Me Mocha.
Then I did a bit of sewing while I waited for Dave to get home. I think I sewed half-square triangles out of the charm pack.
When Dave got home, we headed out again for dinner with Chris and Grace at the dim sum and sushi place. Everyone had dim sum, I had both.
Home again, home again, and sewing. I worked on more half-square triangles, sewing them into blocks, then I was too tired to sew, so I went online and watched videos about sewing. Then I was too tired to do even that, so I slept for a few hours.
When I got up, I sewed the blocks into rows, then I sewed the rows together, which is how I know that a pack of 5-inch squares, supplemented slightly with other leftover 5-inch squares, sewn into half-square triangles, will make a baby quilt sized quilt topper.
When I finished that, I worked on some tree blocks. Sewing triangles bends my brain, which is good. Then I sewed a tiny wonky star. Then I went back to bed.
Since I was up, I had to call the university to sort out a hold on my student registration that I've been trying to get sorted for months via a student advisor in the program I'm in. I've long suspected this advisor's incompetence and/or indifference, but it was proved yesterday when I called the student records department and was told that the reason for the hold had been removed months ago and it was only the advisor (who I've emailed repeatedly over the last TWO MONTHS) who was keeping me from registering. So I sent her a very, very pointed email. Very pointed. I even removed a couple of points because it was exceptionally pointed.
And then I had to bolt because I had to drive my brother to a doctor's appointment. We combined that with a burrito run, and lo-and-behold, I arrived home to an email from the advisor thanking ME for sorting out the problem (that was her fucking job to sort out in the first place) and telling me that she had removed the hold.
I registered for the one class I needed to register for at the university, an intensive psych clinical that runs for 35 days, and now all I have to do is cough up $2200. For one class. Four credit hours. At a state school. And everyone wonders how it is that students are graduating with tens of thousands of dollars worth of debt.
I printed out the schedules from the community college and the university and put them where I can find them this coming Monday, when I start classes.
A mystery presented itself when I went to check online for some packages I was expecting. One, a book of quilt patterns by Freddy Moran called Freddy's House: Brilliant Color in Quilts, was marked as delivered the day before, but that was not true. I tracked the package to see that it had left its home in Nevada and had been logged as delivered to someplace in New Jersey, which is on the other side of the country from me. Grrr. As I was texting Dave to tell him about this snafu, the postman knocked on the door and handed me the package--and four other packages with it. So I got the book, another book about quilting (Liberated Quiltmaking by Gwen Marston), a pack of 5-inch precuts (another pack, I should say), a 1/4 inch presser foot (it measures a standard quarter-inch seam which is standard in quilting), and a new wallet for Dave (his old one looks like it took the wrong route through a crocodile).
Then I took a nap. When I woke up, I made the bed, showered and got dressed. Today's lipstick: Wet 'n' Wild Liquid Catsuit in the shade Give Me Mocha.
Then I did a bit of sewing while I waited for Dave to get home. I think I sewed half-square triangles out of the charm pack.
When Dave got home, we headed out again for dinner with Chris and Grace at the dim sum and sushi place. Everyone had dim sum, I had both.
Home again, home again, and sewing. I worked on more half-square triangles, sewing them into blocks, then I was too tired to sew, so I went online and watched videos about sewing. Then I was too tired to do even that, so I slept for a few hours.
When I got up, I sewed the blocks into rows, then I sewed the rows together, which is how I know that a pack of 5-inch squares, supplemented slightly with other leftover 5-inch squares, sewn into half-square triangles, will make a baby quilt sized quilt topper.
When I finished that, I worked on some tree blocks. Sewing triangles bends my brain, which is good. Then I sewed a tiny wonky star. Then I went back to bed.
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