Head Scratching Stuff

Once more the house is quiet. The company is gone, Andree is at work and in between the clicking of my keyboard, I hear myself breath and Pumpkin purring from her perch on the bedroom window.

Yes, it’s been another busy weekend with local company on Thursday afternoon followed by my daughter and her beau from Calgary on Thursday night.

Friday noon our second set of company arrived, family on Andree’s side. They left us at noon today to make their way to Vancouver. To add to our mixture we had some other Alberta company drop in for a couple of hours visit on Saturday.

Certainly was a busy weekend but lots of fun too. There’s also the fact that we no longer feel like we’re a little tipsy when we look at our kitchen cupboards. Huh? You say. Let me explain.

Ever since we moved in here our kitchen cupboard doors have been lopsided this way and that way with huge gaps in between the units. It looked like a project someone slapped together before their morning coffee and before the ‘have to” task cut into their hopes for an afternoon out on the beach. Fortunately for us, we had Mr. Handyman with us this weekend and fortunately for us, those crooked cupboards bugged him as much as it bugged us, and voila! Without even our asking, they are all fixed!

Speaking of cupboards, I darn near hopped up on them and did a little jig this morning when I opened my email to find the final results of my first Bachelor’s course. From my calculations I thought I had landed an 83% which I was proud of but when I clicked on the email from my instructor it informed me I got an “A-“ which for this course is between 90-94%. Awesome! I’ll take it!

This week I begin course #2. This one is Educational Psychology. Again the text book is huge, the assignments are many and the task looks overwhelming. The only thing I can do is to tackle one day at a time and see where it takes me. I gotta wonder about some of this stuff though. Sometimes, I find myself scratching my head trying to figure out how what I’m learning is going to help me in what I’m doing. But, hey, I suppose one never knows.

Off, I go now to my second journal or life writing class with the First Nations people in Westbank. This is the real stuff compared to stuffy course material. I’m outta here.