Our church weekend had 100 work sites and over 185 projects, apparently. Not 50.
With school -
While the teachers and staff will tell you that the start date is set in stone for school next year, there are apparently still negotiations going on. Part of our late start last year (after labor day) was that California has budget problems (in case you haven't heard.. we're bankrupt and insolvent. Kinda like the US govt...) anyway.....
The lawmakers lead by example (sarcasm) so decide to pay others less and do this by cutting the days they work. Thus CA now has 175 instructional days in school. The teacher union is trying to change which days those are, and right now we're starting school in August but getting out early. This is subject to change. If you ask the teachers, this is not subject to change because they and their union do not feel this is negotiable. If you ask those who write the checks, it is still in negotiation.
What is not subject to change is my plans because of them. Granted I'm pretty full of piss and vinegar this month, so I'm not changing anything unless I *have* to. And as I said, I missed the first 3 days of high school and still managed to graduate. I think missing the first 3 days of 1st or 3rd grade won't be cataclysmic. I have plan B in the works and have 2 moms I'll call who can look for me who the kids have for teachers and then I can email or call them and explain, "I'm not usually flaky enough to miss the first week of school, but since we are, please expect us on the Tues after labor day."
The piss and vinegar.. well I'm not sure where it's coming from. Hubby is trying to figure it out and trying to figure out how to add baking soda to neutralize me without making me erupt. A big factor in it probably has to do with a person I've been dealing with who I just figured out has borderline personality disorder (go ahead and google it if you're not familiar). The signs were there, but my stupid bleeding heart felt bad for her but when I no longer could accommodate her needs, things became very clear. Of course this clarity happened in the midst of waiting 2 hours to fill JMs prescription when she called with yet another need that I just was unwilling and unable to fill. Unwilling because it occurred to me how much I'd been taken advantage of and unable because I had plans- plans she expected me to change to accommodate her plans. Plans that were for the following morning.
Anyway.. I have a angry BP person mad at me now. And I'm torn at feeling like I should be more accommodating to her which is being overthrown by my urge to yell at her and tell her to: a. get professional help asap, b. grow up and become responsible, c. get a clue. a big one.
And then the other side of my head says "well, is that what a good Christian would do?"
and the other part of my head says "well.. she CLAIMS she's is a christian, can't I speak the truth in love?"
"yeah. cept I think you'd be missing the LOVE part?"
"oh no I'm not. I'd LOVE to tell her the truth about what I think"
"blowing up bridges is not a spiritual gift"
"so you say. I think it is."
Dang it. My head is arguing again.
Anyway.. the clock says my therapy time is over. I need to get back to work. I have about 40 more boxes of diapers to sell before I can put our solar equipment in the garage.
Yep. Solar. We're turning into fringy weirdos. In far more ways than I feel like sharing online. But let me mention.. if survival of the fittest ever comes into play those who fall into 'fringy weirdo survivalist' categories will survive. With our rain water collection, biodiesel, rabbit, chickens, garden, composting .... all in our 0.0005 acre tract home. And this in just the first year. Give it time. I could see a dairy goat or two in our future.
(breaks into song) Won't you be? Please won't you be? Please won't you be my neighbor?
yeah.. I might need to look into a "donate to my therapy button"
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