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Dec. 8th, 2011 10:00 amWoosh. All tests taken, everything's in, and Dr. F. emailed me already with her notes on the research project that ate Cold Spring Harbor and the news that a) she gave me an A, and b) she wants me to submit the paper to the departmental prize committee. Yay! (This also implies that she read mine pretty early, as I only turned it in Saturday, which makes me feel all warm and fuzzy - maybe she was looking forward to seeing it! eeeeeeeee people like my writing!)
And I got that email yesterday after Da and I went and selected an exceptionally lovely Scotch Pine for a Christmas tree on the way back from him picking me up. The Andrew brother's criteria for a tree is that it must be taller than he is. As he's six foot four (or possibly five now, oh bother my brothers for making me look dainty and generally fun sized), this ruled out a lot of the trees I liked. But I found him one! I am not the most exacting tree chooser in the world. Not because I don't care or don't enjoy it: I love doing it and the cold rarely bothers me, in part because walking three miles to school and back every day means that you spend a lot of time getting used to said cold, and anyway yesterday I was wearing a full length coat, thick cotton mittens with thermal fleece lining, wool socks and water proof hiking boots, which was more than adequate to deal with a windchill of five degrees F or so. No, the trouble is that I tend to see virtues in everything, and get all tangled up about which I like best. Da does not really help because he's so compliant he just says yes to everything. It's hard to tell what he really thinks. But even so we only took about forty minutes. That's fast for us.
Anyway. Getting the email from Dr. F. after successfully choosing the tree and getting it home and anchoring it in the stand made the (lovely, gratifying) feedback feel awfully like an early Christmas present. Which was wonderful!
Saw the new psychiatrist again yesterday: it went fairly well.
( Cut for lengthy digression on medical professionals and self advocacy )
I need to head out to the bank today to deal with two checks and make sure my checking account has enough to cover the month's rent and the electric bill - I think I may have forgotten to transfer the funds from the savings account. But at the moment I'm drinking coffee at my mother's tall kitchen table next to her advent wreath, with cold bare toes and my hair a complete disgrace, feeling pretty good. I'm going to fold Peter's laundry, move the towels, and get started on mine pretty quick here.
...Even if I do feel really weird no longer having the project that ate Cold Spring Harbor to work on, it's nice to be off for a month.
And I got that email yesterday after Da and I went and selected an exceptionally lovely Scotch Pine for a Christmas tree on the way back from him picking me up. The Andrew brother's criteria for a tree is that it must be taller than he is. As he's six foot four (or possibly five now, oh bother my brothers for making me look dainty and generally fun sized), this ruled out a lot of the trees I liked. But I found him one! I am not the most exacting tree chooser in the world. Not because I don't care or don't enjoy it: I love doing it and the cold rarely bothers me, in part because walking three miles to school and back every day means that you spend a lot of time getting used to said cold, and anyway yesterday I was wearing a full length coat, thick cotton mittens with thermal fleece lining, wool socks and water proof hiking boots, which was more than adequate to deal with a windchill of five degrees F or so. No, the trouble is that I tend to see virtues in everything, and get all tangled up about which I like best. Da does not really help because he's so compliant he just says yes to everything. It's hard to tell what he really thinks. But even so we only took about forty minutes. That's fast for us.
Anyway. Getting the email from Dr. F. after successfully choosing the tree and getting it home and anchoring it in the stand made the (lovely, gratifying) feedback feel awfully like an early Christmas present. Which was wonderful!
Saw the new psychiatrist again yesterday: it went fairly well.
( Cut for lengthy digression on medical professionals and self advocacy )
I need to head out to the bank today to deal with two checks and make sure my checking account has enough to cover the month's rent and the electric bill - I think I may have forgotten to transfer the funds from the savings account. But at the moment I'm drinking coffee at my mother's tall kitchen table next to her advent wreath, with cold bare toes and my hair a complete disgrace, feeling pretty good. I'm going to fold Peter's laundry, move the towels, and get started on mine pretty quick here.
...Even if I do feel really weird no longer having the project that ate Cold Spring Harbor to work on, it's nice to be off for a month.
