I wrote to Phil Harder in MB in the summer. I sent him a card with a “thank you” for helping Uncle Al so much and an apology that I couldn’t make it out that (last) summer. It came back – twice! – with the wrong address. As it turns out, Mom had his address in her ‘little black book’ all along. He probably thought I’d forgotten about him. Not the case.
Only two weeks of classes left. I did an exam today in Process Design and got the mark back in record time. 75%. Not bad. Not as good as I was hoping. I’m not so great with Statistics & Applied Research. I’m watching YouTube videos like this one to bone up. Pretty simplistic, I know, but I tend not to do well if the instructor teaches rapid-fire. That’s just me. The Applied Research part of it is not bad. The other two classes, Fluid Mechanics and Architectural Design II, are not bad.
I slipped on the ice on my way to classes a couple of weeks ago and bruised my hip. For a good week (actually not a very good week) I’d been limping, but now it seems to be getting better. It’s the same old injury in my hip that will likely never go away. I’m working on improving it. I saw the doc about it. He didn’t seem to think it was much – just bruised muscles. My treatment? Aspirin. Yup – just plain aspirin. I slipped just a week before that, too, as I was shovelling snow off the apron leading from the street to the garage. I just sat there on the ground for a few seconds to take stock. No, no problem. After I stopped tensing, all was fine.
Aizlynn, on the other hand, did not fare as well. She slipped once a couple of weeks ago while she and Caleb were here and then again with much more serious results while visiting Caleb’s folks in BC. She slipped on the steps of Caleb’s parents’ house and went down several steps on her butt. Apparently she’s quite bruised. While here, she used my ice cleats since she has no Canadian-style winter footwear. This is why I wasn’t wearing them and went down.
The weather has been warm the past few days, but it comes at a cost – wind. I had a headache today and took 2 1/2 Tylenol-3s during class. It more-or-less got rid of my headache. It’s still buzzing away in the background. I would have stayed at school a bit longer except that a) I had a headache, b) my study-buddies (Tyson, Randy, Christopher, Chrystal, & others) either left or were on their way out, and c) my tutoring student scheduled for 8:30PM cancelled. So … I’m at home, studying Stats.
There’s a Facebook page related to the college called LC Confessions. I looked a few times but could find nothing that pertains to me except for two posts – one on how crappy instant noodles are and one on if someone were to disappear off of Facebook, would they be missed.
Mom is feeling pretty weak these days. There are times when she’s on top of her game and others when she’s a rag doll in a chair. She tends to try to do too much. I just overheard her talking with Floyd, exhuming two examples from memory of being really tired – one of when she was made to walk along next to the horse-pulled wagon when she was a kid and one where Father made her work out in the rain. Floyd came up with the idea that no one was making her do stuff she didn’t want to do now. It’s all up to her.
Suppertime. Catch you later.