A crisis – a serious one; I don’t think I’ll be doing a preliminary course in Maths – too many instances of lack of gumption and stamina for Johnny to ignore. He doesn’t want known dropouts on the test course. Will have to make new plans for 1979.
On the way in to the hospital I did a random mental review of all the things I attempted and failed to finish or see through, the list is long and goes back a long long way.
So what conclusions to draw?
What direction to take?
Where should I start examining myself?
Let’s take a look at what is on at the moment:
- House: 6 to 9; 11 to 12; 4:30 to 7:30pm, +(9) about 30 to 60 minutes a day
- Family: includes 18, 17
- Cookbook: not yet started revision
- Journal: irregular
- Computing: taking off very slowly
- Candles ?
- Glass-cutting ?
- Sewing ?
- M.O.W and
- MATTARA 1 hr a week
- Reading: Zen, DH Lawrence, Van Gulik (spend 2-3 hrs)
- Market ?
- Craft (will drop)
- Tuckshop – 60 to 90 minutes a week
- Entertainment for Johnny’s friends – 1 ½ days once a fortnight on average
- Soon: evening trips for Karen (one to two evenings a week)
- Driving Barbie to bus stop
- XBX 12 minutes – this pen seems to seize up often.
The Base Hospital is a good place to sit and think or write. You’re sorted out pretty fast here. You also get lots of time to think. The mole’s growths are benign; they told me today. I was in and out of Surgical in a few minutes. That’s a great relief. Now I can sit in emergency to get the stitches seen to. A good long wait I guess.
It wasn’t a long wait. I was called and asked to sit with three other women. One had severe sunburn. The doctor came, stood in our midst and loudly called my name. She was young, petite and Chinese. “Me,” I said in a small voice from under her arm.
She spun around in surprise and said, “Oh, it’s you. How’s the arm?” So, on Friday I will go to get the sutures removed.
There’s plenty on hand, so why do Polymaths?
- I would like a structured course with work to be produced in public
- I like working in a group
- I would like to be with people who are studying
But, because of my poor performance I’m not going to be given the chance. I myself cannot promise steady work – like an alcoholic who knows he’s an alcoholic. Besides the circumstances demand that I produce good results as Johnny is in charge.
Am I determined to make yet another attempt at studying maths? Yes.
What would I do if I say no? Get a job, any job, so as to shake myself out of my lethargy.
Lethargy is not exactly right. I’m not able to keep to a schedule or meet deadlines that I make myself. All this sounds pretty weak. My face feels stiff with resentment and hopelessness. Partly self-pity. Jobs are hard to get. Besides I don’t want to be away from the family for long stretches of time. So if one is choosy it’s even harder to find a job. I’ve been over this many times. If I work steadily on making stuff for the shops I should earn enough money to cover extra expenditure but that’s not the point is it?
Long-term viability is the aim and how best to achieve it.
What else? Write for money – hard but can be done.
Why do anything? I can’t understand it, I’m not happy if I’m studying something, so why can’t I be steady?
Why get so distracted, so easily? Not motivated enough.
Quite a nice day in Rocky despite shock to the system and ego.
Met Johnny on East Street and then went to look at cassette tape recorders, with a radio, for mum.
Phoned the farm to see if Marcello wanted a lift home. He wasn’t there and was out fishing. Nestor thought Marcello wouldn’t be keen to come home because he hadn’t shot a dingo as yet. They caught fish.
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