15 Days

There is a reason why people who live in Victoria always greet the bus drivers and thank them at their stops. Bus drivers here are just nice. It's that simple.
They don't get upset when you accidentally signal your stop too early (I didn't do it. Some other UVic student I recognized).
And I very much admire their ability to selectively choose to ignore drunken res. students on the number 4 to downtown. There was no escaping them tonight.

I actually had to use my circle scarf for what I had originally seen it advertised on SweetSpot. One end became a hood for me, the other end was used to keep my little hands warm (until I had to use them to hold my umbrella to protect me from the rain and wind). It was just cold tonight, and most of today.



And so begins 15 days of hell. I will keep my head above water and get through this somehow. It isn't anything I haven't brought onto myself. I don't even get a break between the end of my finals and beginning of my summer semester, but such is life, and I'm lucky to be here, I know.



Sometimes I wonder why I try. I took so much pride the other week in writing The Plan for each of my parents
For Mom - reasons why she should ride the motorcycle
For Dad - reasons why he should be physically active to manage the effects of smoking (I wasn't even asking him to quit!). I even gave him a training plan.
I really thought I would motivate some change here, and that I was finally applying my skills to my family, whom I should have always been putting first. It's pulling teeth. It makes me sad.