I really should be marking the advanced qualitative interviews.
The activity I have been engaging in each and every spare minute of the day I can find, to the point where I am marking in the car and into the wee hours of the night.
At least for me.
11.30 pm.
If I don't have the completed for Tuesday, I'm concerned my class will turn feral and that'll be it for me.
It could happen.
Stephen and I turned last night into date night.
Unplanned date nights are the best.
I call him from Starbucks, where I am, as usual waiting for Em, and suggest that he and I just escape for a few hours.
Do things we want to do.
So we did.
Our first stop was for sustenance.
Because Stephen doesn't date well on an empty stomach.
Keeping it simple and affordable, we sat in a booth at Swiss Chalet and enjoyed chicken quesadillas with Caesar salads.
Diet Pepsi for me, although I much prefer Diet Coke.
Rickard's Red for Stephen.
It was a date night after all.
After dinner we headed to Costco, as a couple of weeks ago we came across some lovely curtain panels.
Lined curtain panels.
For 29.99 each.
Of course this is where not having credit cards is a major pain in the ass, because we couldn't afford them when we first saw them.
Meaning when we went back last evening, they were all. sold. out.
Fine.
It didn't prevent me from getting the other things we needed.
Twenty boxes of Scotties tissues for $19.99.
Three large containers of Lysol wipes for my cleaning loving husband.
We had lots, but one container found its way to Meredyth's (imagine) and one is in my office because Emily decided that spraying hair spray all over her hair and my computer and desk was a good idea.
Resulting on one weird feeling keyboard, let me tell you.
Wiping my desk down made me realize how badly I need to take a day, or ten, and clean my office.
We even managed to purchase some Christmas presents.
A tease to my children who read this and knowing that they're experience squirming torture wondering what I bought and for whom just makes spending the money all the more worthwhile.
But I still didn't have curtains.
Actually, we haven't had curtains since June.
And with a front to back living room with two giant picture windows flanking each end, curtain become a necessity.
Especially when the sun starts setting at 6.30 and you want to watch an hour of Big Bang Theory on Peachtree TV from 8.00-9.00.
But feel as if you're being watched because everyone can see into your living room.
So date night wasn't ending until I got my curtains.
We went to Kent.
A building supply store that provides all sorts of home miscellany.
Stephen loves Kent and is not allowed in there without supervision.
Of course, because it's us, I found the perfect panels.
Gold with cranberry floral overlay.
Perfectly matching our new-to-us-1944 furniture.
And our new, chocolate brown painted walls.
We needed four.
Kent had two.
But there were four panels at the Northside Kent.
I really didn't want to drive over to the northside on a Friday night where there is still only one bridge open in Fredericton.
But there was no other panels that we both liked, or were affordable, so after wasting 30 minutes arguing at the curtain section in Kent we decided to drive to the northside.
I was right about the bridge by the way.
I don't know what was happening on the northside last night, but everyone and their dogs and cats were driving across the Westmoreland Street Bridge.
We grabbed those panels.
I wasn't taking any chances.
And now, I have lovely curtains covering the back picture window so watching tv won't be so much of a public event.
Next pay: four more panels for the front window.
Stephen wants the same as we purchased last evening.
I want different ones.
Who do you think will prevail??????
Yesterday I was afforded the opportunity to serve as guest lecturer in Emily's grade 12 sociology class.
And Em was happy I was there. In fact, it was her idea.
I talked with them, because there was lots of time for them to talk to me.
I insisted upon it.
We talked about how, using sociology, we can use films to understand social issues and experiences.
Not a difficult topic for me to talk about at all.
What was really weird, though, was yesterday would have been my 23 wedding anniversary had I remained with my ex husband.
Stephen asked me if I thought my ex remembered that we had gotten married on October 14, 1988.
I replied that I didn't think so.
One, he doesn't remember his own children's birthdays.
Two, he's been married three times. I am just one in a long line of unfortunate women who thought marrying him was a good idea.
Although it had it benefits.
He has a wonderful, fabulous family.
His mother, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, have all continued to welcome and embrace me into their close knit, caring family.
That and the kids made the marriage tolerable.
But after a while it was just too much.
We married WAY to young, for all the wrong reasons, and my leaving, while incredibly difficult in that I hurt the family that cared for me so deeply, was also necessary.
I was thinking yesterday that if you had of told me on the day I was married to him via the Justice of the Peace in downtown Fredericton that 23 years later, I'd be a tenured professor of criminology with a PhD in sociology, standing in front of my third child's sociology class talking about films, I'd have probably told you to stop taking those wild and wacky drugs because they were playing games with your remaining brain cells.
Which proves that you really never know what life has in store for you.
Title Lyric: Life Lessons by Lynard Skynard
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