crudites is easy. life is hard.

Oh. Man.

It would be enough to say that I had major assignments due in two ginormous stages (worth from 10 - 25 percent of my final mark) in each and every one of my classes for the past two weeks.

That would be more than enough.

But then I got into a car accident last Wednesday.

I am fine - the car is fine. It seemed like a bigger deal at the time, than it actually was.
It was just a little fender bender - actually, not even - no fenders were actually bended.
But the airbag went off and cracked the window shield, the dashboard, and hit me in the face like a bad boyfriend - in the middle of the downtown core at King and University - right on my way to class to hand in some work that I needed to get critiqued so I could know what to do to complete the next stage of the assignment.

There I was, gawkers coming out of the underground stairs to the subway every other second with blood and tears dripping down my face, and a lip the size of Angelina Jolie’s - but only on the bottom right side.

It cost me a good day, day and a half of work - not good. It may not sound like much, but I needed that day and a half. Although I did get to have a lot of popsicles (they brought down the swelling, and tasted yummy too!).

Because THEN, this week, Liam’s parents drove all the way down from Thunder Bay to visit. Why? Oh only, to take care of Liam when he got surgery.

So to re-iterate: the equivalent of 9 assignments to complete (plus a novel to read), visiting in-laws, automobile altercations, classes, art supplies to be hunted down and purchased for said assignments and classes, major surgery for the boy - oh, yeah - and a bit of surgery for the kitten. She finally got her ovaries removed, poor darling.

I capped it all off by making my very first fancy Friday night dinner for Liam’s Parents - A humungous roast beast with green beans, garlic roasted potatoes and a crudites platter with home-made hummus.

I try to pretend I’m their peer, and not the academic equivalent of a much older sister (maybe like a TA or something) - but I can’t see the seventeen year olds I go to school with having to go through with something like that.

So when it was all finally over yesterday (in theory anyway), what did I do?

I continued to care for the invalid by making him snacks and dinner, and went to Ikea to get organizational furniture for my office/studio so that I could spend a few hours waffling over colours of acrylic plastic, and slotting and screwing things together.

That was relaxing for me.

Comparatively speaking.

Now, tell me. Would you have blogged at all during two weeks like that?

No?

Didn’t think so