Well, I'm back. I drove a 1994 Buick through 80-mile-an-hour-traffic from I-80 to 275 to Nyack, and in the middle, a nasty thunderstorm hit, flash flooding and all. This is the first time I've driven a car for any significant distance in eight years, and it's the first time I've ever driven in New York. Sort of learning how to swim by being tossed into the middle of the atlantic during a hurricane. But I survived it, and so did my car. We're home.
My car. I have a car now. I HAVE A CAR NOW!!
(stay tuned for pic)
I have so many little stories from this visit home. I need some time yet to write it all out. Right now, I have to call my veterinarian. The cat is missing the box. She hangs her ass over the edge and pees on the floor mat. She gets number two in there, thank god, but is missing number one. I'm hoping my vet will tell me how I can better help her out, and not laugh and say, "She's an old cat, what do you expect?"
I also have to call my new school and ask where my student aid money is, and how have they apportioned it. The FAFSA people are dismissive.
Yep, it's official, I'm starting classes next week, and should be a licensed massage therapist by next year. I'm so excited, I feel like I'm 19 again and starting college. I feel like I did when I first moved to New York. There are so many aspects of awesomeness to this, direct and salutary goodness, I'm just giddy. Friday night - as in the day after tomorrow - is orientation, and I'll get my books and a plastic massage knobby thing and other sundry learning materials. I think I'll be busy with it all weekend, either the first set of classes or one hell of a long, thorough orientation.
I also want to fit a yoga class in tonight, and clean this freakin' house. I swear there are teeny tiny bug bodies on the windowsills. How the hell they got in here I don't know, but they're all dead, and I can't stand this shit. Also the tub needs scrubbing. I have found some flaws in G's cleaning style. Felix Unger he may be... but he's missed a couple of spots. Which is fine by me. I hate being outcleaned by a single straight man.
I also have to go through the data CD's I brought from home. I rescued them from my old computer, and among them is the play I wrote in college, and bits of a novel I was working on a few years ago. Not to mention an impressive collection (well, I think it's impressive) of MP3's, many of which I actually paid a dollar a song for.
(Wasn't today supposed to be a day of rest?)
Well, I did sleep until 10:30.
I've been perusing other people's blogs a bit this morning, and it's so good to "see" you all again. Everyone's lives are continuing on, just like mine is. Y'all are such an inspiration to me. You keep me honest.
This past week I have checked so many things off my list - the BIG list - that I'm a bit dizzy with the realization.
Oh, and by the way, I signed my divorce papers yesterday.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to clean up some cat pee and call the vet.
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Why am I hearing Patti LaBelle's "New Attitude" in my head as background music for this post? :-)
Congrats on the new car. All I ask is that you not attempt to use it as a deadly weapon. Not that I've ever known someone who has.
Will she use the box if you put a tall cover on it? This'll either keep her from going over the side, or from going in it at all...
Her box is the kind with a tall cover. I'm wondering if I should buy a shallower box and keep the taller cover. She might be uncomfortable climbing into it. Also I'm putting the box changing duties on strict Wednesday and Sunday nights.
*sigh*
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