Still being pecked to death by ducks. Tilting at windmills. Use your own analogy. Or is that a metaphor? I completed the registration for my license renewal only to be told I did not have my child abuse credits. I thought I got those months ago. Of course there was no phone number to call to get a real person to ask about that. I eventually found out my child abuse education has to be approved and the one I took was not.
I was told that information was posted…somewhere. Quite frankly, I did not see it. I did not look. I don’t look for the fine print or the stuff posted off by itself. Often a quick overview is plenty for me. It is easier that way.
Low information processing in an information rich world. Is it possible AMD has become more of a crisis simply because of the Information Age we live in?
I am thinking I need to start asking about such things. What is the catch here? Anyone actually read the fine print? What hoops do we have to jump through this time?
I started to obsess on getting that online course in. No license means no job. Then my friend who gives me a ride home from school revealed she needs some medical treatments. She will be missing time from work. If she is not in school, I will not have a ride home. (OK. So I am self-centered. I am worried about her, too, but hers is not a problem I could or would have to solve. Push away those things that cannot be dealt with now. Work on the ones you can do something about.)
Add to that notes to be written, reports to be done, a house that is ready to walk as my mother used to say (“look at this place! It’s a mess! It’s ready to walk!”) and…puppies! and I am a bit overwhelmed.
That means I have adopted my ‘triage’ system. I sat down and did the three-hour training. It was seriously bothering me and it was something I could do something about. It was also due in 10 days. After that was down, I got home and, between bouts of puppy wrangling, started on a few household chores. Having a clean bathroom and a scrubbed kitchen floor does help to make one feel more in charge (even though she is not!)
Of course we know who is truly in charge: two little puppy princesses. Things were a little rougher the last three days because Daddy was manning the fort alone while Mommy was at work. He had them outside a lot, in self defense, supervising as they terrorized the front yard. That meant they were asleep by 5 and up at all hours of the night. That was my job. They have also learned to ascend the stairs and are working on descending. In other words: vigilance and baby gates have become our watch words.
My husband fed them. A little bit later, my kitchen towel made its appearance in the living room. To quote my husband: a prize with every meal!
More in a bit. Gotta get changed. I am not thinking a kitty motif blanket sleeper, striped slippers and ski pants is such a great look for the day. A bit more later.
written November 23rd, 2017