Monday, July 6, 2009

First day of the semester

Today was the first day of the semester. It really was. But I, for some darn reason, didn't know it for a long time. I thought the semester started on Tuesday, tomorrow. So I changed my syllabus last week, and I emailed my students to tell them to pick up the syllabus on Blackboard and I'd see them Tuesday. Only one wrote back and said "Huh?" and I still thought it started Tuesday. This morning about 7, I sent another emergency email telling them "Nevermind." But the student who asked didn't check her email till late. She got to class just as the students were starting to write their diagnostics, and she joined them.
After all that, after I got someone to take my dad to UCIMC for his MRI and chest X-ray, they didn't give him the X-ray, and I'll have to take him back. ANd now he is complaining that they are acting strange and not feeding him well and he wants to go somewhere else.
When on earth am I going to go looking for somewhere else for them to live, just when the money is getting slim anyhow? I don't know how I am going to do this.


Lou said...

Robbi, hard as it is, you need to stop reacting to your father's every word. He is a very ill man, and the things he says are not reasonable. Say to him whatever is necessary to calm him and get him to the next day. But no moving.

I think maybe you somehow mixed up the Tuesday start of the first session with the Monday start of the second session. Now that it really is Tuesday, all is right with the universe.

Robbi said...

It does seem as though the owner of their place might be getting ready to sell it. If that is so, we might as well look around for another place.
They are being fed far less well than they were before, and that is my father's life. However, when I think how they lived before, this is heaven.