On the other hand, the contractor I hired to fix the ceiling in the kitchen and put in a surround on the tub did a bang up job and came in under budget and before the deadline. Rather than cashing out, I gave him a list of other things to do that I don't feel comfortable doing myself and I got reworked plumbing in under the kitchen sink and the bathtub reconnected to the drain and some other projects done. Only the replacement of the back door went undone and there is hope that they may get to that on Monday.
The ride up was interesting. I had a long talk with my youngest daughter. Right now my long term plan is to try to get into a master's program in classics starting Fall of '08. Hopefully, I would finish that degree and be applying to PhD. programs the same year my oldest daughter is graduating from high school and the spring before my youngest daughter is starting high school. My youngest daughter was fine with it. But she interpreted the `this is what I would like to happen' discussion as a `this is what will happen' discussion and when we came home she told my oldest daughter that we'll be moving as soon as she graduates from high school. Oldest daughter then had a fit and had to be calmed down.
Work has been crazy. I'm the main part of the help desk. All week long, as soon as I'd get off the phone with one client, another would ring in. Actually being busy at work has been good for my morale, even if tiring. My boss decided that we wouldn't need a second person on the help desk until summer but if this pace keeps up, I'm going to tell him to think sooner rather than later.
Greek is coming along well. I've taken to getting up an hour and a quarter earlier than usual in the morning to do my homework before going to work. This makes me very tired at the end of the day but there are far fewer distractions. For some odd reason I don't get sucked into television or conversations at six in the morning when everyone is still asleep.
Vespers this past Tuesday was quite quiet. There is something about the darkened Church, the clanking of the chains on the censer and the acrid smell of frankincense that quiets my soul. Regrettably, this particular time my daughters decided to help out in the choir and tried to sing in a different tone over the top of the reader chanting the proper tone and created a truly painful cacophony. It took iron resolve on my part not to burst out laughing.
And that is all for now.
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