Not quite Martha Stewart - Tactical Ninja
May. 9th, 2012
09:08 am - Not quite Martha Stewart
So I did it. I had my first meeting with a tutor to get feedback on an assignment. She apologised for not providing more helpful comments, and I said the main thing I wanted to know was how I managed to lose 25% of possible marks if my work was well thought out, coherent and thorough. Apparently it was in the balance of the way I discussed the issues. I was supposed to spend less words on legal ramifications and go into the 'other issues' in more depth. Which I guess is fair comment, only.. there was nothing in the question that made this clear. It said 'Discuss the legal ramifications and any other issues.' So I'm not entirely satisfied, but it's not worth arguing over. I can drag my mark back to where it should be if I work hard enough *crosses everything for the essay* - but I'm not a mind reader and sometimes not being a mind reader leads to a low mark. Fie.
Since Dr Wheel's come back from Hong Kong, he's taken over doing the groceries as one of 'his' chores. For us, grocery shopping involves carrying bags of food about 1km through the city on foot. It's an effort but he's got it down to a fine art and he's not as big on storing up stuff and buying in bulk as I am so it's possible for one person to carry it all.
It's very strange for me though. I've always done the groceries. When I was a kid I helped Mum and Dad do it, and then after I left home it was me. In my marriage it was me, when I was shepherding it was me, when I lived in Crofton Downs it was me because I was the only driver in the house. Every week I'd do the traipse around the shop, mentally calculating what was a good deal and wondering if the YoT was drinking the shampoo or something. Now, I put what I notice we need on the list and once a week, it miraculously appears in the cupboard, along with a wide variety of other tasty stuff. I like this and appreciate it but it feels strange, like "I didn't earn this food by going and getting it what's up with that?" *eyes food suspiciously*
Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I assuage my guilt by going to the market to get the vegies. Access to this means we eat pretty well.
And that's another thing - I got home last night at 9:30, out of my tree on endorphins after acro class, and there was yummy food just sitting there waiting for me to eat it, and good company to go along with it.
I am so used to looking after myself and taking responsibility for everything, and knowing that when I get home I'll have to feed myself, that this feels like luxury. Normally I would have grabbed a sandwich or something just to get some calories before sleeping (can't eat before acro, really bad plan *nod*), but instead there was a nutritious full meal prepared for me, the house was warm, silly media was set up and ready to go. It makes me feel very special, and very grateful.
I am so lucky. Dr Wheel is like a luxury treat - my life is pretty nutritious anyway, but him being in it is like always having ice cream in the freezer, you know? It just makes everything better. Only in his case, the ice cream turns into a soft warm thing on those cold winter mornings.
God I'm soppy.
Last night I learned how to somersault off someone's shoulders, and also how to do a thing called a bucket down which is a graceful way of getting from someone's shoulders to the ground. My base for the evening was Tom from last week, I think I'm paired with him because he really knows his stuff. I am amazed by how he's totally fine with repeatedly assuming the position while I climb all over him as if he's a horse. I am not accustomed to people being so obliging with their bodies. Is this normal for circus people? It's the first time I've done any partnering stuff and have no idea really...
Yesterday, we got our bathroom fan fixed so it actually works, and runs on after leaving, which should mean I have to clean the mildew off the ceiling less often. The electrician also moved a light in the bedroom that is the lynchpin that allows the other work we want to do in there to start. Only now we have to save up more money to do it. And and and! Our window fashions are being installed today! OOOH! There will be pics. And since I'll be at home for the afternoon and the weather's icky, I'm going to have my first go at slow-cooker cooking. Wish me luck.
So um yeah, domestic bliss. Who'd a thought?