Ever sit and stare at the screen

With almost nothing in your head? Well, that's not entirely honest. I have all sort of things in my head, it's just that they're little random bits and pieces of stuff. Disconnected.

Ha, sort of like public education. Random bits of rote knowledge, added on, bolted together, and zoooom, down the assembly line to the next disconnected factoid.

Bunches of shit, no context.

That's a more honest motto than the one I see on decals on my school district's vehicles...
"Public School. There's no better place to learn."

I'm going to see my friends this afternoon. Get my neck and shoulders adjusted, have my feet run through the wringer... borrow a book or two, return a couple (Tami has a library in her house) and share the total weirdness of having kids away at camp. Tami at least has had one kid at home. I haven't seen Matt much at all this week except for the day we went Goodwill hunting. Thursday, I think. That was fun, but he lost sleep to do it. He works graveyards, and I kept him out until noon that day.

Tomorrow we're picking up our daughter and her friend from camp. I'm very excited to see her, but not excited about the car trip to Eugene and back. We'll probably take them out to lunch on the way home.

I've had this weird craving for soda this week (had a migraine, perhaps that relates?) and have had a difficult time not ordering one the last couple times we've gone out. It's been six months since I drank a carbonated beverage. I won't drink soda again unless I am crossing the desert dying of thirst and come upon a vending machine on the leeward side of a dune and have the correct change. Otherwise... no.

I don't like long drives. Eric is taking most of the day off to drive us, which I love. We don't have much alone time, and sitting in the car for a couple hours talking is something I do like. I wish I could knit or crochet, but I'd get carsick. Oh, and I don't know how to knit or crochet. That would sort of get in the way, too.

And am I the only person who does this? I keep a list in my head of things I need to do, take care of, deal with, think about, mess with, worry over... and it's on a continuous loop. The only time the loop stops is when I add something else to it or finish worrying over something. And the stuff I cast off seems to come back, too. Even if I've finished with it, the thoughts still seem to be attached. I see fragments of them flash by when the loop repeats.

::Sigh::

I got Lyssa's school schedule in the mail yesterday. I need to send them $35.00 to buy the 'student planner' and pay the locker fee. Locker fee? Does that mean we get to keep the locker after we use it? Aren't the lockers already paid for by me, the taxpayer?

The way I'm looking at it, I've been sending them my tax dollars for the last 15 years and except for the time Matt spent in band and choir (which also cost me money) I haven't used shit from them. I think they ought to be sending me some money!

The schedule tells what classes she will be taking and at what time of day... but does not tell me where the bus will pick her up, what time that will happen, what kind of friggin' school supplies I'm supposed to buy for her and who her counselor will be. Am I just supposed to know who her counselor is from what 'house' she's been placed in? And no, she was not chosen to be in Gryffindor, but at least she's not in Slytherin.

So now I've added 'call the *@#! school' to my list of stuff I need to do.

And I've haltingly, and with many pauses for conversation with my hubby, trips to the back door to let the dog out and back in and back out, a trip to the bathroom to get rid of some used water, and a trip to the laundry room to start the dryer, managed to put some words on my blog for today.

Hope your Sunday is not as disjointed as mine. Or that if it is, you'll share by writing about it on YOUR blog.