Moving – The Full Story

I left off with “I hate moving!” You should know what’s behind that story.

In January of this year, I moved a few hours north. Not out of state, but a bit of a drive. I was closer to friends and family that I rarely see, and I thought this would make me happy after all that time of being at the bottom of the dark pit.

I discovered a few things when I got up there, though:

  • My health took a serious nose dive
  • Friends and family all have things going on, just like everyone else.
    • We don’t see each other nearly as often as we used to
    • We see each other “online”
  • I kinda’ missed my husband…. Yeah…. I missed him. The good and the bad. Everything.


The part about all of us having our own lives was easy to understand. We grow, life happens, we all change, and we didn’t live as close together as we used to, either. They may call me Duch, but I’ll admit it isn’t all about me, here. But, that’s just between you me, ok? I got a reputation to protect.


But, my health…. Yeah….. my health was getting really bad. I had to move back. I wasn’t happy about it. I hate moving. But it had to be done. We set the date for the beginning of August.

BUT, the best laid plans….

I’m not going to bad mouth my previous apartment complex. The manager was very helpful in trying to make things right when they went drastically wrong that last week I was there. However, as with any business, there is always room for improvement. I will say that he bent over backwards to make the best of a bad situation, especially given my health issues. Let’s just say mold is a horrible thing. My health was bad enough; I didn’t want to add anything else to the list off problems. All this caused me to step up the move date unexpectedly by about 2-3 weeks. No stress here!

stress raccoon

I’m at my husband’s now. Remodeling is almost done. Mount Boxmore is in the front room, and I’m trying to find a place for my stuff. Things will gradually fall back into place and normal will happen again.

So…. This is the lengthy version of “I Hate Moving”. You’ll see more from me when Mercury is out of retrograde. Damn, this was hard to write.

Peace, everyone!

I’m Not Old Yet

I’m not old yet. I just wish my body would stop trying to say otherwise. I’m going to be 52 this month. That’s really not that old. But I laugh as I remember a time when I thought it was.

Ever feel as though your body has turned into that rebellious teenager you can’t control, and it’s doing everything you don’t want it to, just to spite you? You don’t want to feel old, so it’s going to do everything it can to make you feel like your aging mother or grandmother you remember from childhood. :: sigh ::


I shouldn’t sound so pessimistic. It’s not always like that. It’s just that, sometimes you have those days that you want to trade your body in for a new one, y’know? Oh, and seeing your own kid with that lack of fear of mortality…. Gods above, I miss that.

I suppose today is just one of those days. I’m writing to show that menopause, and getting older is no picnic. I don’t want to be grandma. As I get older, I want to be like this chick:

hippie grandma 2

I’m a lucky mother. My son is 20 years old. When he went through those teenage years, he wasn’t a “rebellious teenager”. We have a good relationship and it’s always been that way. We’ve always been able to talk to each other. Now, as with any relationship, there are days you can do better on your communication…

I’m sure that’s what goes on with your body as you age. Everything is changing and you have to learn how to communicate with each other all over again.

Peace and love, everyone!

peace sign


Third week in…

My digital imaging class is strictly focused on Photoshop CS6. Unlike my other courses, this is a fast-paced short course. It only lasts 8-weeks. It’s like they took a summer semester course and plunked it down into the Fall semester, so they could add a “Late Start” course when it ends (yes, they did that – another 8-week course for Digital Imaging II). You get the same amount of credit hours as you do with the full semester courses. The only difference is there are assignments you do at home and turn in online. I suppose you could say half of this course is web-based.

Did I mention this is a fast-paced course? Oh, yes, I did… What I haven’t mentioned is that most students are used to running PC’s instead of Mac’s. This entire course is based on using a Mac. There is not one PC in this classroom.

On the first day I found it a bit intimidating, and I’m sure the other students did as well. But really, everything we need is in the textbook. If you don’t understand the Mac UI, the instructor opens the classroom an hour early to give students extra lab time on the machines. There are other classrooms that have posted lab times throughout the week. All it takes is practice and a little initiative on your part.

We’ve already had 3 students drop from this class… Unfortunately, the one student I wish would drop still remains. We’re three weeks into an eight week course and he still doesn’t have the textbook. He constantly asks other students questions about where things are on the Photoshop toolbar — things that are covered in Chapter 1 of the textbook. And he goes on about how much experience he has in Photoshop, but it’s a very old version and he just doesn’t get this new version. He complains about everything, and he’s loud. His voice gets on my last nerve. This guy rarely asks the instructor for help (he’d rather ask other students and waste our time). However, when he’s forced to ask the instructor, it’s always at the worst time. It’s when the instructor is on his way to help another student. The guy interrupts the instructor and wastes his valuable time when 3-4 students actually need help with something new we’ve covered.


Last night I heard something I wasn’t meant to hear. The instructor called Mr. Obnoxious to his desk and quietly talked to him about something. I wasn’t trying to listen, but sometimes you can’t help but hear, y’know? I heard the words, “missing assignments,” “I have to do this,” and, “this is your first warning.” Mr. Obnoxious comes back in his loud voice with, “I don’t have the book. I’ll probably get it but it won’t be for a few weeks. Probably by the end of class.” What?? Oh, it gets better… He then said, “I’m really just here to learn Photoshop. I don’t really care about the grade.”

I was floored.

Ok… so we finish class. I stick around a few minutes getting to a stopping point on my assignment, saving my work, and saving a backup to my DropBox account online (always keep a backup – it will save your a** more than once). Mr. Obnoxious leaves about 5 minutes before I do. I’m the last one out. I’m tired. I’m cranky. I just want to go home and take a nap. I get outside, get to my car… as far as I know, no one is behind me.

All of a sudden I hear Mr. Obnoxious’ voice dancing on my last nerve, and he’s right behind me, talking to me! “I think that Photoshop class just assumes the students already know certain things, and they could do a better job of explaining how to use the product.” Now, I was tired. I didn’t think to say, “If you had the textbook you’d be up to speed with everyone else. No… what fell out of my mouth? “I knocked the shit out of the last person who startled me like that.”  I then looked up at the stormy sky and said, “Looks like rain.  I have a long drive.” Mr. Obnoxious backed away from me and said, “Yeah, it does… er… have a good weekend…”

Why. The. Fuck. is this guy bothering with taking the course? If he just wants to learn Photoshop, Adobe has free online tutorials!!! :: headdesk :: Well, perhaps he’ll stop bothering me in class now…

Where is Duch?

This week has been so busy; I haven’t had time to post about a little change in my life. 🙂

This week was back-to-school week for lots of parents. My teen-boy started high school on Monday. What I haven’t had time to post about is that I started back to school that same day. Yes, that’s right, I’ve gone back to college. It’s been years since I’ve been in an instructor-led environment, and I know I could do these classes online. I made my decision to go on campus for a couple of reasons:

  • My learning style
    • I do better in an ILT course. With the instructor there, if I have a question, I’m more likely to speak up rather than email or post in a discussion board.
    • I’m taking graphic design courses. In a classroom environment, working on projects, students can “bounce” creative ideas off of each other and get on-the-spot feedback. That’s a little more difficult when you’re taking your course online.
  • I had to get out of the house
    • I’d found there were days I’d been in this house all day long. This gets me out, and OMG it feels wonderful!

That being said… I’ve been looking for a job for a long time (over a year). I hadn’t realized just how long that left me moping around the house, sitting at the computer doing the job search all day. I’ve spent more time at home than I thought. Of course, this lead to a downward spiral of depression. The times I did leave the house, I had the urge to just “go back home”. It wasn’t an anxiety reaction; I just wanted to go home where I knew my routine. I realized I’ve spent the last few months hiding under the proverbial bed.

When I enrolled in classes, I jumped right in. I’m taking 12 hours. It’s just 3 courses, spread out Monday through Thursday. I figured, this can’t be too difficult. But by the end of the day I’m exhausted! I know it’s just a matter of not being used to the routine. It’s the first week. Once I settle into things, I’ll be fine. 🙂

I’ll post details about my classes soon. Oh, and more pictures of Missy kitty. We’ve introduced her to the other furry children. Our 2 dogs are curious. Our 2 other cats aren’t speaking to me. This, too, shall pass. 😉