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Sep. 30th, 2020 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesHow is it not October until tomorrow? It's been September for six or eight months now. I think it's partly because of the two or three repetitions of "no, wait, still not opening schools until later in September" in the news, and now they've finally run out of September. Meanwhile the school I work for has been chugging along (albeit slowly) since July. But that's different. Next week we get to use a whole 20 chairs in the 40-chair teaching practice, instead of the 12 we've been chugging along with. And I still get to stay home until who knows when.
I want a 90-minute massage, which I can't get yet for public health reasons, and I need to do some foundation garment shopping, which budget-wise I can't do until December. I'm keeping an eye on the budget again because I'm supposed to be saving money to buy this place in a few years. September was cat food on credit card bill month, October is kneeling chair on credit card month and November is vet bill on credit card month. On the other hand, I've taken out the usual weekly walking-around money three times in six months, so I should be OK if I spend some hitherto unspent walking-around money on foundation garments in October. I do have to stop spending so much on groceries, though.
Today is St. Jerome's Day. St. Jerome is the patron saint of translators. I always at least notice St. Jerome's Day because I did so love translating, but I couldn't get to the point of making a living at it. Maybe if I'd had a previously unknown rich uncle when I graduated from Kent State I could have, but that's for another timeline, or a different universe, or something. (Been reading too much alternate-universe fiction lately.) I had to pay the bills, and eat, so I ended up working for Harvard. Not that working for Harvard isn't fun sometimes, but I don't love it the way I loved translating.
I want a 90-minute massage, which I can't get yet for public health reasons, and I need to do some foundation garment shopping, which budget-wise I can't do until December. I'm keeping an eye on the budget again because I'm supposed to be saving money to buy this place in a few years. September was cat food on credit card bill month, October is kneeling chair on credit card month and November is vet bill on credit card month. On the other hand, I've taken out the usual weekly walking-around money three times in six months, so I should be OK if I spend some hitherto unspent walking-around money on foundation garments in October. I do have to stop spending so much on groceries, though.
Today is St. Jerome's Day. St. Jerome is the patron saint of translators. I always at least notice St. Jerome's Day because I did so love translating, but I couldn't get to the point of making a living at it. Maybe if I'd had a previously unknown rich uncle when I graduated from Kent State I could have, but that's for another timeline, or a different universe, or something. (Been reading too much alternate-universe fiction lately.) I had to pay the bills, and eat, so I ended up working for Harvard. Not that working for Harvard isn't fun sometimes, but I don't love it the way I loved translating.
