Stuff to do and getting stuff done

On today's agenda: go to school to get the rest of my schedule figured out. I need to add two classes, as if I didn't have enough already. Right now I have six, but two of them are itty bitty one or two credit things, basically hoops I need to jump through to graduate. I have one art class, advanced sculpture, and I want to add advanced ceramics to my schedule. The other class I have to add is another itty bitty one hour thing, fieldwork.

Fieldwork. Working in the field. Not the wheat field, either, thankfully. That sounds sweaty. I need to volunteer for a few hours (times two) in some agency or other in the "helping profession." (I dislike that term, but it's what they say.) I'm supposed to have two units of fieldwork to graduate, and the one time I registered for it last spring, I ended up dropping the class. So I need to work twice as much (notice I didn't say twice as hard!) for two credits. I can't remember how many hours are required for the semester, but if I start early and pack them in tight, I think I can be done well before the end of the semester. I think. There is fear involved; fear of calling to arrange the volunteer particulars. I'm such a wuss.

Having said that, I just called two places. Left a message at one, and found out from the other (shelter for abused women, or something like it) that I need four different background checks. The nice lady is going to email me the list and directions for accomplishing these. They need 3 years driving record, and background checks from the child sex offender registry, South Carolina Law Enforcement Division, and something she called the central registry. All fees payable by me, of course. Eh, school expenses don'tcha know.

There's nothing quite like telling you that I'm afraid to call (or do something) to motivate me to do it. Perhaps I should do this more often, eh?

Alrighty then, if I'm going to get stuff done, I need to get going.

Aaaand we're off!

Superman is on his way home with Sproing. The college kids are home for the holiday. Diva is here, of course out of school for the season (plus two days, but that's a different story). Isn't that lovely?

Yeah, it's lovely from a theoretical perspective, or a physical distance of 50 miles or more. I feel a bit overwhelmed, and Sproing isn't even here yet. He should be here within the hour, though.

As for Sproing's visit, I am not afraid of it/him now. I look forward to having him home, if not the experience of too many people around me. All the expectations I heap upon myself are nagging at me a bit, but not as much as last year. Yet.

We have two cats, Samhain and Scheherazade. My fluffy little girl Scheherazade hides under the bed or in the closet when she gets overwhelmed. Samhain, being too manly to cower under the bed (very much) has to assert his supremacy by marking territory. He's been active with the spraying this week. We are not amused. We are, however, sympathetic to the cause.

I am currently hiding in my office and on the blogs. I must soon emerge to face my responsibilities. Right now I am doing the one thing that I look forward to every year: listening to the public radio broadcast of A Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols from Kings College, Cambridge, England. I look forward all year to that first glorious note sung by the chosen boy, the carol "Once in Royal David's City."

You know I don't like this small southern town where I live. I want to live in an area that is metropolitan enough so that I can tune in my local public radio station and get a clear signal. We live far enough from the broadcast location that my reception is fuzzy. Also, there are too many locally produced programs on this station. It ain't so good.