I reckon I have some sort of disease where I'm afraid to spend money. I promised myself that I'd spend my $1500 bonus (which, it turns out, is actually a $954 bonus...taxes, you see) but now that it's in my checking account I'm completely unable to do anything with it but save. Save for what?! There's no big purchase looming on the horizon that requires me to stash money away in pillowcases, other than retirement, I suppose, and that's 40 years away.
Scandanavia is off, because Grandpa has 1) a torn rotator cuff 2) a fractured femur 3) no feeling in the fingers of his left hand 4) advanced cancer of indeterminate origin metastasized to his liver. When we heard that last, I naturally had flashbacks to Grandma, who died about three months after the cancer was found. Tim had to remind me that we don't actually know anything yet and he could still have plenty of time. I went with Mom to visit him in the rehab center, and he's in good spirits.
That gives me another two weeks of summer to fill. Thus far I have filled it with a visit to Vermont, most of which I spent fighting a cold, and frantically reading books. I'm re-reading the Harry Potter books because they're quick reads and the last movie comes out in just under a fortnight. I barely recall books 6 & 7. I want to read 50 books this year, only on 23 so hence the frantic pace.
I can see why some teachers get summer jobs.
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