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Aug. 20th, 2013 10:04 amWhile everybody else is watching Orange is the New Black, M and I have been watching the Australian women's prison soap Wentworth, which is an update of camp classic Prisoner: Cellblock H. I'll be interested in comparing the two, as Orange has been acclaimed for its high quality and I'm not so sure Wentworth is in the same league, but it's my first women's prison show, and M is delighted with it, as P:CH was a favorite of his when he was younger. Also, the evil but awesome older women Jacks, who is "top dog," is amazing to watch, and I have a bit of a girlcrush on Franky, her much younger rival . . . We have three more episodes to go in this season, so we shall see.
Conference call scheduled for one of my jobs today and I'm looking at my life and it's like this: I took on a huge index (but it's the new Doris Kearns Goodwin! About Teddy Roosevelt and Taft and muckraking journalists and an oddly familiar scenario in which corporations are controlling society and the divide between the rich and the poor is growing wider . . . ) and have to finish an article and I'm prepping to teach four classes -- four classes, four preps, which I was trying to avoid, but can't seen to. And today as soon as I stop doing this I index until 11, conference call for 1/2 hour, work for another 1/2 hour, hit the bank and the post office, meet a friend for lunch, come home and work, make dinner and hang out with M, work more . . .
And this is my "vacation."
Except Friday I get on a plane to Buffalo. Mom picks me up at the airport, and together we drive to Columbus, Ohio to see my cousins and aunt. Because my dad isn't up to the drive anymore and nobody thinks it's a good idea for 79 year old mom to drive 6 hours on her own -- she won't fly unless it's a good deal farther than this and a nonstop flight, which this isn't -- I am her car companion. Which will actually be fun, and I should get some time in behind the wheel (a rare occurrence since we neither have nor need a car where we live). But I continue to run around in circles. Back to work.
Conference call scheduled for one of my jobs today and I'm looking at my life and it's like this: I took on a huge index (but it's the new Doris Kearns Goodwin! About Teddy Roosevelt and Taft and muckraking journalists and an oddly familiar scenario in which corporations are controlling society and the divide between the rich and the poor is growing wider . . . ) and have to finish an article and I'm prepping to teach four classes -- four classes, four preps, which I was trying to avoid, but can't seen to. And today as soon as I stop doing this I index until 11, conference call for 1/2 hour, work for another 1/2 hour, hit the bank and the post office, meet a friend for lunch, come home and work, make dinner and hang out with M, work more . . .
And this is my "vacation."
Except Friday I get on a plane to Buffalo. Mom picks me up at the airport, and together we drive to Columbus, Ohio to see my cousins and aunt. Because my dad isn't up to the drive anymore and nobody thinks it's a good idea for 79 year old mom to drive 6 hours on her own -- she won't fly unless it's a good deal farther than this and a nonstop flight, which this isn't -- I am her car companion. Which will actually be fun, and I should get some time in behind the wheel (a rare occurrence since we neither have nor need a car where we live). But I continue to run around in circles. Back to work.
