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 So I talked with the librarian who worked with the repair guys for the microfilm reader.

Two repairmen came yesterday an hour and a half late.  The spent two hours.  They did not fix the microfilm reader.  They couldn't figure out what wasn't working.  Despite it being agreed (and we being charged for) a "full service appointment" they did nothing beyond attempting and failing to fix it, so other things like cleaning the very dirty camera to the reader were not done.  We were charged $500+.  One of our campus IT guys who was present during all this fixed it on his own after they left.  Also, they spent a great amount of the time they were here attempting to get us to sign up for a $750/year service contract.

I am not a happy library director.
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I can't wait for spring.  I've already purchased seeds and some stuff to start seeds.  Once the snow melts, I'm going to rake the garden beds and remove the straw I put over one part of the vegetable garden.  The forseeable forecast is much warmer than what we've seen in a good long while.

Once he is settled, I think I'll see if I'm allowed to buy and bring wireless headphones and some sort of ipad thing to Scott.  He's a big Doctor Who fan and I don't think he's ever listened to the audio plays.  I think he'd enjoy that.

The annoying vendor woman didn't show up yesterday like she said she would, thankfully.  And the microfilm machine is fixed.  Yay!

The flower shop owner down the street from work told me she would order my favorite flowers for me for my birthday.  That'll be a nice treat.
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Apparently the microfilm machine vendor is coming today.  Arriving soon.

She is the single most annoying vendor I have ever dealt with.  She shows up with little to no notice and insists you drop everything and listen to her.  Last time she was here, she had dropped by without notice because "I happened to be in the neighborhood" and kept insisting on doing her sales pitch even though we told her we had a large event happening in ten minutes and said we can't speak now.  In the end, we ignored her as well all prepared for the event (with her still trailing us).  She left when the freshmen came in en masse only to go to the public library and harass the library director there, who was trying to do story hour for the kids.

Sadly our microfilm reader broke and she's tagging along with the repairman.

She actually beats the vendor on the phone that tried to threaten me with a faculty member he misgendered (and how I am friends with) and the one EBSCO VP who kept trying to tell me how to do my job.

I really don't need to deal with her today. 
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 My husband and I are friends with another couple.  My husband has none Scott for probably over 20 years at this point.  Maybe about eight years back, Scott met and married Debbie.  Debbie's a real sweetheart and brought real light to Scott's life.  

Scott has a disease.  Basically his immune system is attacking his nervous system.  It's destroying his eyes.  But also, it's been slowly changing who he is as a person and not for the best.  Not at all.  He was a very sweet, if socially awkward man.  But as his disease has progressed, he's become a much more toxic person to be around.  Debbie, understanding that this is caused by his condition, has stood by him and cared for him as he's slowly gone downhill.

These past three months or so, however, he's declined rapidly.  Things have gotten to the point that Debbie really can't take care of him anymore.  Both because his needs are increasing but also because he's become increasingly abusive to her.  Recently Scott's refused to go to his counseling sessions and Debbie has realized that it is at the point now that she cannot take care of him anymore, both for her own safety and because he's just at a point that he needs more help than she can provide.

After she talked to him about it, he stormed out.  She called us, understandably upset and we urged her to call the police.  Something she knew she had to do (she worked in social services at one point) but it's damn hard to do for a loved one.  But given his condition, who knows what he was going to do.  So, she called the police.  Before looking in the streets for him, the checked the house to see if he doubled back.  Apparently he did.  They found him in the middle of trying to hang himself in the garage.  They had to cut him down and take him away.  He's going to be institutionalized.

I'm just....

We knew something like this would happen eventually.  And yesterday I was sad about it.  But today I'm just fucking pissed off.

I mean, Scott's childhood sucked.  He was pretty horrifically abused by his grandparents (who raised him).  He's always had anxiety, depression, a fear of abandonment, and social awkwardness because of it.  But he was also incredibly caring, sensitive, and loving.  And it feels like this has robbed him of all his best qualities and emphasized his worse.  It feels it has killed him already and in some of the most meaningful ways I
 guess it has.

And Debbie, who was abused in her first marriage, had found in Scott someone who truly loved her and treated her like she should be treated, only to watch this condition warp him into something resembling her first husband.  And while she knew what this was; the doctors had warned both of them that eventually this would happen, it doesn't make it any easier.

Neither of these two people deserve this.  They had both been through hell early in their lives.  They both had finally found real happiness with each other.  And you should have seen them together before this disease took it's toll.  Because they really were so happy and they brought out the best in each other.

It isn't fair.
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 So I'm a couple weeks late in posting it, but the weekend away with my husband was amazing.  It was incredibly relaxing and so good to have that time to connect.  I'm hoping to do that once a year at least-twice a year even better.  We've lost that important "us time" lately and really need it.  We've also started doing yoga together (but we've been slacking on that lately) and watching Brooklyn 99 together.  That show is hysterically funny and I strongly recommend it.  Plus we've been playing a game called Northgard online with some friends a couple nights a week, which is also quite enjoyable.

I've been also trying to carve out some quality me time now and again, which isn't easy but I'm eking it out here and there.

I had the worst stomach bug a week ago.  It took four days to get better.  Blah!

I tried talking to my mother about maybe getting some help for her anxiety, but that conversation went nowhere fast. :(
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 No one has seen or heard from my mother since Monday evening.  My brother is going over there this evening to check up on her.

Monday she had just found out from the vet that her dog has cancer and only has a couple weeks left to live.  She was distraught.  I know there was another tiff between her and my brother (the dumbass one) but I don't know much more than that.

UPDATE: Mom's okay.
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 In more positive news, I'm going to a B&B with my husband next weekend, just the two of us.  We have a close friend watching the kids while we're away.  We really don't get much time just the two of us since the kids were born.  I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to this!
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 My grandfather isn't doing so well.  He had heart surgery way back in October (or November?) and it was a very rocky road for him thereafter.  He also has Parkinson's and it really worsened after the surgery (and it wasn't so good to begin with).  There was a lot of questioning whether he'd even make it after in the first two weeks after the surgery.

Anyway, he was in the hospital this week for what turned out to be congestive heart failure and kidney failure.  (I'm getting all this from my mom, who's not always the most accurate as recent events proved).  He's in rehab now and I guess his kidneys have improved, for now.  He's on a restrictive diet.  My mother was going on about how this is because he's not moving around and exercising enough and how he's got to get with the program and do what he has to do to remain healthy and...

My family (on my mom's side) does not handle death well.  We went through this with my Great Grandma who lived to 90 but would have been a lot better off it her daughter, my grandmother, was willing to acknowledge she was actually dying and honored her wishes.  Yes, she would have died earlier, but her last couple years were brutal and, of course, it was all her fault because she wasn't cooperating to do 100% of everything she could to prolong her life.

I love Poppy.  He's my grandfather.  I don't want him to die.  But he's 80+.  His heart is in very bad shape.  He's got advanced Parkinsons.  He's got multiple organs on the verge of failure.  Rather than getting really strict with him, we should acknowledge that he has a very limited time with us at this point and let him decide what he wants instead of forcing uber-healthy food and exercise routines and whatever on him.  I mean, sure if that's what he wants, but I don't believe it is.  And I don't want him to face the long, drawn-out, painful death that my Great Grandma did.

I guess my own consultation is that when I'm old and nearly the end, my grandmother and mother won't be around to make those decisions for me.
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 Today I received an email:

Hi Heather,

I would like to introduce myself as your new [COMPANY] Account Manager.

In the continued effort to improve support and deliver quality service to our library partners, [Company] has expanded its account management team. We realigned some territories, both to strengthen the team and provide greater coverage and resources throughout North America. I have taken over responsibility for your library's account and I am looking forward to working with you.

I will now be the first point of contact for your library, and you should always feel welcome to contact me directly for product quotes, services, or other account-related concerns. Please feel free to share my contact information with others within your library as needed.

Is this too strong?

Hi Stacey,

 

Nice to meet you. 

 

We did email requesting to learn more and get a ballpark estimate about [product] months ago but never heard back.  I also got an email from someone named [name]who was “checking in” and responded with two voicemails that were not returned.  I am also in communication with other companies who, I may note, responded in the same day.


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 Tonight's low was supposed to be -10F/-23C with a wind chill warning (which won't expire until Sunday morning).  Where I live, we're a bit higher in elevation so we're always around 3 degrees colder and it is always windier (in fact we live near a wind farm).  But when I work up this morning it had only gotten down to -6/-21 and it is as still as anything, not the 20-40mph winds predicted.

Huh.  I'll take it.
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 The app that I found that works with dreamwidth hasn't been working lately.  I've written posts several times this last month and they never posted.  Oh well.  It's annoying to type out posts on my phone, but with work and the kids it's not always easy to get to a chance to write on my computer.  

Today I have a surprise day off thanks to some car troubles.  I brought in wood for the stove because the temperature is suppose to drop (isn't it already cold enough?!)  It's currently 18F/-8C and I got about halfway through before my fingers and toes got too cold to continue.  After posting this and warming up, I'll go back out there and finish the job.  By Saturday the high is supposed to only be around -1F/-18C and the low around -10F/-23C.  It's already hit -18F/-28C around New Year.  Yuck!  They're also expecting 40mph/64mph winds gusts and windchills around -35F/-37C.

So, it's cold.  At least we're not supposed to get most of the snow from the blizzard that's supposed to hit the east coast.

I've written a bit more fanfic this past year (I'm amycooper on ao3) than I have for a while.  I'm hoping that continues on into this year.  It's good to write, you know?  It's been mostly SGA and Due South stuff.  Nothing particularly long.  Still, something.

I visited my family for the holidays.  I think I'm going to try talking to my mother about seeking some treatment for anxiety.  She's always had issues (it runs in the family-both my maternal grandparents have OCD) and it has clearly only been getting worse for her.  She's always been anxious but she's clearly having some difficulty making basic decisions right now.  

I hadn't been to my dad's house in two years.  Dad was really drunk before I even got there and proceeded to harass my 2yo to the point that she fears him now and he and my stepmom spent a good while mocking and making fun of their neighbors after they stopped by to give them cookies in the most racist way imaginable because they were Korean.  It'll be AT LEAST two years before I'm back.  To be honest?  At this point if they didn't have my niece and nephew living with them, I probably wouldn't bother with them at all.

Finn's doing well in school (though reading is still a struggle, but he's starting to improve).  Amelia really loves her daycare.  Both kids made out like bandits for Christmas.  My husband and I are going away, just the two of us, later this month.  I can't wait.
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 So my husband and I had some rather difficult talks and I think we're on our way moving forward to working some things out.  Out of this we've come to realize that we haven't had any time to ourselves since the kids were born.  Most of our interactions are rushed and heavily interrupted conversations while trying to get the kids together.  We're going away for a long weekend just the two of us in January and have taken to doing yoga together in the evenings.  

That isn't to say there aren't things to work on still, but we are moving in the right direction.  I think, quite frankly, that he's got to do a better job at recognizing his tendency to get caught up on when things (i.e. jobs, people, whatever he's working on, etc) aren't perfect.  Small little imperfections bother him much much more than they should and he needs to learn how to stop obsessing over that, if for no other reason that his own mental well-being.

And for mine.  Because I've run myself ragged trying to make everything right and perfect and not only has he seemingly not noticed (though he really knows now) but it has seriously burnt me out.

In other news, Finn has his first loose tooth and he's pretty excited about it.  He's wrestling and that's fun for him.  Amelia is the resident expert on everything and only wants to eat bleu cheese.
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 Happy Birthday to the amazing Petzipellepingo!  I hope you have an amazing day!


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 So my brother didn't lose custody of his daughter today.  The judge is postponing things until Dec. 6th 

Moreover, after my mother told me this she told me the full (or just more of?) the story.

So apparently this is what happened:  My mother picked up my brother and his daughter one day to take my brother to work (he can't drive) and to watch Mia.  At that same time Crystal (Mia's mother who is barred from seeing her) came to pick up something at my brother's trailer.  The CPS person saw (my mother say that my brother says that the new CPS person and he do not get along and he feels she has it out of him).

The judge looked over the facts and (according to my mom who heard it from my brother) decided that 1. CPS over-reached by keeping watch my brother's house 2. it was pretty incidental and 3. apparently the order to keep Crystal away from Mia was poorly written and does not state how far she needs to stay away.  So the judge has encouraged my brother to seek out a lawyer and it is unlikely, if what information I'm getting is true, that Mia will be taken away from him.

But here's the thing.  My mother was there.  Instead of saying to me: "I saw that your brother passed by Crystal while holding Mia when I picked him up, gee I hope nothing comes of it."  What I got was an ominous: "Your brother is doings he shouldn't and I suspect he'll get Mia taken away from him don't tell anyone else, no I will not tell you what."  And after sitting on that for three weeks she hits me with: "You're brother's been allowing Crystal near Mia and will now likely lose her-don't tell anyone especially your brother who is in trouble."

I mean, here she made it sound like Crystal was hanging out with my brother and Mia all the time (which she does suspect but doesn't really know) but that wasn't exactly the situation he was caught in so why make it out to be this whole. big. thing.

Oh yeah, because she's my mother and that's what she does.  *sigh*

I'm kind of sick of these mind games, really.
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 So my brother is due in court at 10am (1.5 hours) today.  (Read my last post entitled "Mia" for the backstory.) 

My mother just called me.  She's kind of freaking out.  She said that my brother said he'd rather his daughter go in foster care than with me because I live so far away (4 hours) and he'd never see Mia.  With foster care, he'd be able to have visitation.  My mother tells me this and then says I could tell him I'd drive her down every other weekend.  And I told her, I really can't.  The kids are involved in things and we work (infrequent) weekends.  I really can't promise that.  To which my mother said, "Well, if the court orders you, you'll have to."  Gee, thanks Mom.  I mean, I know she's flipping out because she's afraid that she'll never see Mia again, but I also have obligations at home.

Anyway, my mom is at work, not with my brother so he's doing this solo.  Whatever happens and whatever he decides, she's not going to be there to influence things.

Mia

Nov. 21st, 2017 10:49 am
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So my mother called me yesterday about Mia and I finally know what's going on. 

But backing up a bit first, when Mia's mom, Crystal went into labor and showed up at the hospital to give birth, she was high. Mia was born addicted to drugs already.  When I first saw her, she was trembling due to withdrawal, which let me tell you is horrible to see.  Fortunately she's been pretty alright since then.  Crystal got in trouble for this and, the day after she was released from the hospital, was ordered to go to some sort of drug treatment class thing.  She showed up at the first class high and lost all rights to her baby.  She was also told she was not allowed to be near Mia. 
 (There could be more to this story that I'm unaware of, but this is as much as I know.)

Well, my dumbass brother has been letting Crystal come over and visit Mia.  They got caught.  Three weeks after they were caught, specifically yesterday, Crystal was arrested.  My dumbass brother has now been instructed to go to court Wednesday at 10am.  My mother is concerned that they might take Mia away from him.

So, who knows what'll happen.  I'm not certain he'll lose custody, but it's certainly a possibility.  As members of the family, we may very well get custody.

So, in short, we may or may not be getting a kid on Thanksgiving.  If we do, however, I'm hiring a lawyer and seeing what we can do to ensure we keep her.  I am not going to try to actively do anything to make my brother lose custody but if he does lose custody and we get her I
 will want to ensure it's permanent; I am going to do my damnest ensure she has a stable family life from that point on.

Oh! Also

Nov. 16th, 2017 03:33 pm
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I was once again visited by that guy that hunts the farmland that surrounds my house.  Some of you may recall him visiting me in the past to:

1. Aggressively inform me that my husband wasn't allowed to hunt on the farmland that doesn't belong to us.
2. Call dibs on a specific deer that he intended to hunt and kill that year.  If said deer were to wander onto our land, we were still not supposed to kill it because it was "his."
3. Tell me I should smile more often while I stood there in my house with my door open listening to his garbage.
4. Did all this while having like a dozen guns clearly visible from in his pick up truck.

Thankfully this time none of the above happened.  He didn't even have the bunch of guns with him when he visited my house.  Just informed me he'd be hunting the lands surrounding my property and left.  Still not keen on his little visits, but an improvement. 
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The interview at the public library went very well.  They had 27 questions though!  Wow.  I actually have a fairly strong suspecion that I'm going to get offered the job.   However, I was uncertain to begin with and as it turns out I'd have to work 10-7 and it's a 45 minute drive so if I took it I wouldn't get home until 8pm every day.  Not doable with kids.  I think I'm still willing to consider a public library job though, but most might not work for me schedule-wise.
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 I had another meeting at Finn's school.  They report that the 504 plan is working well and that Finn's having an easier time doing his school work and such.  They're still concerned that he's behind and reading but that may be because well, he probably should have had the 504 plan earlier.  We'll see how that goes.  But overall, a positive meeting!

I've received a number of emails from another person with the same name.  This time it's the one from Michigan.  There's also one in Georgia and another from Ontario.  *sigh*  Last time, you may recall, it was the mother (maybe grandmother?) who didn't read what I wrote and took everything I said as some sort of rejection to go to someone's funeral.  At least in that case, I could understand that a death in the family is stressful.  This time it's a series of emails about an office move.  I emailed back and never got a reply, just more emails about the office move.

Now, I
 know that it isn't my fault these people apparently don't read.  But I do feel bad for the other person with my name because they're the ones that are likely to suffer from all this.  So I called the numbers on their signature and left voice mails, both to her apparent boss who never reads, but also to her bosses bosses since the boss forwarded some of his emails and he had his phone on his signature too.  We'll see if I get any more emails.  I feel bad for Heather, especially because I suspect the aggravated maternal figure from the last debacle was also trying to reach Michigan Heather.

Also- for those of you confused.  My RL name is Heather but I go by Amy often on the internet for, well, it's a long story.  Either name works.



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 It's box elder beetle season.

What, pray tell, is that you ask.

Well, there are a great number of box elder trees that surround my house.  Technically it's a type of maple, but try to imagine if a maple was, in fact, a fast growing weed that's nearly impossible to kill.  It's also pretty useless and burns horribly.  That's box elder. 

The box elder beetle is red and black and eats primarily box elder.  It is supposed to hibernate through the winter.  However, when the weather turns cool, it will seek out any place warm, like a house.  At it's worst, we'll have a few hundred on our door and several thousand hanging on to the house as a whole.  It was at its worst just a couple of weeks ago.  We had to keep a broom by the door to sweep them off the door to get into the house.  Now that we've hit some truly cool nights, some have flown away while others either dropped dead or went into hibernation.  Either way, I swept them away because who wants piles of maybe dead bugs by the door and on their deck?

Without fail numerous of these little bugs get into our house.  There they fly around, into people, hang out in the window, get burned by the stove, drown in the sink and, on occasion, become prey to one of our cats.  The bulk of them however, die of starvation because we happened to have a unreasonable lack of box elder trees growing in our house.  This means that there's often dead box elder beetles everywhere, to go along with the live ones flying around.  I've taken to vacuuming them regardless of whether or not they're living because they're going to be dead soon anyway.

At least they don't bite.

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