August 11, 2014

I cleaned my room a little bit today. Rather than preparing for the move, my main motivation was trying to find the folder(s) with all my papers from work last year. I'm fairly certain I brought it home with me, I would have said 100% positive before today. Despite removing two and a half trash bags of random stuff I didn't come across any folders. I have no clue where it could be unless I left it at work, which now I am hoping for. It's strange. I also didn't come across my thumb drive, which I misplaced fairly recently. I vaguely remember having it outside the house at some point so it probably fell out of my pocket. That kind of sucks. Everything on it was backed up in at least two places probably, but losing it is a pain. I found an old one while cleaning so that will have to be my stand-in until the lost one shows up or I go and buy a new one.

During the cleaning I misplaced my recently finished coasters and dishcloth. I couldn't really believe that I misplaced something so brightly rainbow colored as the dishcloth but somehow I managed to. I went over everything in my room twice, checked the kitchen, and even went through the two trash bags I had already thrown out. I was glad to discover that I hadn't thrown my crochet projects out but it would have been nice to find them. I was hot and frustrated after all the fruitless hunting so I took a break. I decided to give it one more shot and ended up finding them in a bag of shirts. I had the shirts on my bed and I grabbed them up all at once to shove them back in the bag and I guess the crocheted things were underneath and got caught up in the grasp and shove. I was almost relieved enough in their rediscovery to forget about my lost folder(s) and thumb drive. Almost.

Robin Williams died today and that is incredibly sad. As any death is, but even more so when it is a death that occurs before it should. The only acceptable death is when someone is incredibly old and they fade away peacefully in their sleep. Or when someone is in tremendous, incurable pain. It appears that the latter is a possible reason behind Robin's death. Not overt physical pain but deep emotional pain in the form of severe depression. I feel down sometimes but I can't even begin to imagine the state of mind you have to be in where the only fathomable solution is suicide. I can't wrap my head around it. It makes no sense to me and I hope it never does. The last things I heard about Robin were his love of video games, shown in the fact that his daughter's name is Zelda, and that he recently re-entered rehab. Now I want to rewatch What Dreams May Come. For quite sometime that was my favorite movie because I loved the visual effects, especially the painted world. It also seems like a more relevant movie now. Then I need to watch one of his happier movies. But I might have to wait on that because I see that as being incredibly difficult at the moment. It is going to take quite some time before his death seems real.

Tomorrow is the first day back to school. I am looking forward to getting back to work. I spent twenty minutes on the phone today with the librarian, walking her through how to add a printer using the IP address. She added printers for the new first grade teacher and one of the fourth grade teachers (who was the new sixth grade teacher last year). So that will be two less things to worry about. I'm sure there will be plenty of others to take their place.