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Nov. 28th, 2001 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
neversremedy8Monday - Saw Harry Potter, wow! It lived up to the book, despite the corners it had to cut to save time, and the scenes of the Quidditch match added dimension to the already astounding mental imagery created by the book. The actors they found really fit their roles, especially Harry . . . I hope they continue to make them in succession so they can keep the actor.
Tuesday - Went to the WorkFirst orientation with Ana, at first she was cute and adorable, getting everyone's attention, then the fits kicked in, and I couldn't follow anything the lecturer said. I have to find daycare fast, but Sera never called me back to discuss a plan to ease Ana into it. ::sighs:: Will she ever be a responsible parent?
Wednesday - Talked to the prosecuting attorney regarding Ana's child support case, needed to make sure the bases were covered, and to ensure Sera wouldn't be placed even further in debt (beyond what she truly is responsible for) -- they were ready to charge her for back child support even for the time we were living with her. It's strange how often I defend her.
Something happened Sunday, don't remember right now what it was . . . perhaps I'll get to it later.
The computer, or perhaps the (dial-up) modem connection doesn't allow me much time to write before disconnecting. It isn't at all reliable or I would write more often. ::falls to her knees and prays for an Athlon 1.5 GHz with DSL::
Had a fight with Qwest today, they won, and I'm going to have to take the money I've saved up for something very important to me, and use it to pay the bill or else I won't have my phone any longer. Ah well, at least with a phone I can get a job, and thus repay myself the money. And just when I was almost ready to spend it . . . it's probably for the best.
Wish I could understand why I'm pursuing my old teacher's lessons again. I thought I was done with them when he stopped writing to me, but here I am, putting aside the chance to start into Anne Rice's "Blood and Gold" and instead am reading (trudging through) "Malleus Maleficarum." One thing I've learned, never turn your back on a Catholic, or make any sign you follow any faith but their own. I'm not only a Pagan, an hedonist, and an heretic, I'm also a witch according to these accounts which turned Wiccan and Celtic priestesses and wise women into malicious, devil-fornicating fiends. The "worst" possible sin . . . well, I prattle. I don't know what he thought I'd find within these texts pertaining to what I sought at that time, but it certainly has been teaching me something. Perhaps the truths I have found are not the ones this teacher intended. But I search on for myself, not for him.
Anyway, I've strayed from my intended topic, which I no longer even remember since I had planned to post this Monday. ::smiles::
I do have a letter for that old teacher should I ever hear from him again, perhaps I'll post that here the next chance I can use the computer again. Especially since I cannot currently go to the boards where I first found him ... or did he find me? ::smirks::
Be well all (you know, the two who actually read this!), love and light.
Oh, yes, I almost tore my hair out -- or perhaps almost passed out when I discovered that the last few months of writing our novel was in vain. I managed to completely leave out some of the most exciting scenes, and rearranged quite a few others. ::bangs head, bangs head::
Tuesday - Went to the WorkFirst orientation with Ana, at first she was cute and adorable, getting everyone's attention, then the fits kicked in, and I couldn't follow anything the lecturer said. I have to find daycare fast, but Sera never called me back to discuss a plan to ease Ana into it. ::sighs:: Will she ever be a responsible parent?
Wednesday - Talked to the prosecuting attorney regarding Ana's child support case, needed to make sure the bases were covered, and to ensure Sera wouldn't be placed even further in debt (beyond what she truly is responsible for) -- they were ready to charge her for back child support even for the time we were living with her. It's strange how often I defend her.
Something happened Sunday, don't remember right now what it was . . . perhaps I'll get to it later.
The computer, or perhaps the (dial-up) modem connection doesn't allow me much time to write before disconnecting. It isn't at all reliable or I would write more often. ::falls to her knees and prays for an Athlon 1.5 GHz with DSL::
Had a fight with Qwest today, they won, and I'm going to have to take the money I've saved up for something very important to me, and use it to pay the bill or else I won't have my phone any longer. Ah well, at least with a phone I can get a job, and thus repay myself the money. And just when I was almost ready to spend it . . . it's probably for the best.
Wish I could understand why I'm pursuing my old teacher's lessons again. I thought I was done with them when he stopped writing to me, but here I am, putting aside the chance to start into Anne Rice's "Blood and Gold" and instead am reading (trudging through) "Malleus Maleficarum." One thing I've learned, never turn your back on a Catholic, or make any sign you follow any faith but their own. I'm not only a Pagan, an hedonist, and an heretic, I'm also a witch according to these accounts which turned Wiccan and Celtic priestesses and wise women into malicious, devil-fornicating fiends. The "worst" possible sin . . . well, I prattle. I don't know what he thought I'd find within these texts pertaining to what I sought at that time, but it certainly has been teaching me something. Perhaps the truths I have found are not the ones this teacher intended. But I search on for myself, not for him.
Anyway, I've strayed from my intended topic, which I no longer even remember since I had planned to post this Monday. ::smiles::
I do have a letter for that old teacher should I ever hear from him again, perhaps I'll post that here the next chance I can use the computer again. Especially since I cannot currently go to the boards where I first found him ... or did he find me? ::smirks::
Be well all (you know, the two who actually read this!), love and light.
Oh, yes, I almost tore my hair out -- or perhaps almost passed out when I discovered that the last few months of writing our novel was in vain. I managed to completely leave out some of the most exciting scenes, and rearranged quite a few others. ::bangs head, bangs head::
