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Which I hope means something like "summer is ending."
School starts tomorrow. It's been raining pretty steadily most of the weekend and I'm having trouble motivating myself to do anything. Stuff remains undone -- I haven't figured out what to do about my son's ADHD medication for school. He hasn't had his dose adjusted since before he gained 20 pounds, and he's been off medication all summer except for the one week at camp when he apparently had an anxiety attack.
Frankly, I'd rather see inattentiveness than anxiety, but then I don't have to deal with him at school all day.
In other news, I'm learning how to fix a rust hole in a car with bondo putty. Let me be clear that I am under no delusions that I am in fact learning the correct way to make this repair; my entire goal is to end up with something solid that doesn't look too horrific.
So far, this is going pretty well, but I keep thinking I can make up for application imperfections with extra sanding despite repeated evidence to the contrary. And then I keep fussing with it even though I just said I don't care what it looks like because I totally lied and I actually do care that it looks like a kindergarten play-dough project. Even though I have already more than achieved my stated objective.
I just sprayed some sandable primer on it and walked away. It's not beautiful, but it's whole, and since it's not currently pouring (even though it looks as if it will any second) it might even dry.
In other news I'm kind of stalling with the Japanese. I'm careful about the words I choose in English because I want to express myself just so (even if it may sometimes be pretentious). Of course I can't expect to be eloquent in a language I barely understand, but it's just like the imperfect bondo patch. I want it to be something it can't be -- and really has no business being. Absolute beginner, both in Japanese and in auto body repair. I know it's ridiculous to expect perfection, but I'm still dissatisfied.
This probably says a lot about why I'm so damned unhappy so much of the time.
School starts tomorrow. It's been raining pretty steadily most of the weekend and I'm having trouble motivating myself to do anything. Stuff remains undone -- I haven't figured out what to do about my son's ADHD medication for school. He hasn't had his dose adjusted since before he gained 20 pounds, and he's been off medication all summer except for the one week at camp when he apparently had an anxiety attack.
Frankly, I'd rather see inattentiveness than anxiety, but then I don't have to deal with him at school all day.
In other news, I'm learning how to fix a rust hole in a car with bondo putty. Let me be clear that I am under no delusions that I am in fact learning the correct way to make this repair; my entire goal is to end up with something solid that doesn't look too horrific.
So far, this is going pretty well, but I keep thinking I can make up for application imperfections with extra sanding despite repeated evidence to the contrary. And then I keep fussing with it even though I just said I don't care what it looks like because I totally lied and I actually do care that it looks like a kindergarten play-dough project. Even though I have already more than achieved my stated objective.
I just sprayed some sandable primer on it and walked away. It's not beautiful, but it's whole, and since it's not currently pouring (even though it looks as if it will any second) it might even dry.
In other news I'm kind of stalling with the Japanese. I'm careful about the words I choose in English because I want to express myself just so (even if it may sometimes be pretentious). Of course I can't expect to be eloquent in a language I barely understand, but it's just like the imperfect bondo patch. I want it to be something it can't be -- and really has no business being. Absolute beginner, both in Japanese and in auto body repair. I know it's ridiculous to expect perfection, but I'm still dissatisfied.
This probably says a lot about why I'm so damned unhappy so much of the time.
