One of these days, I'll figure out how to regulate my life so that my best day, Saturday, doesn't turn out to be a wasted opportunity, week after week. I could probably have found a thousand things to do today. A dozen, at least. But I slept the morning away (as always) and stayed home (as usual).
I did get some work done. That made up in part for the washout days I spent Thursday and Friday, scrambling to get other people's work in primo shape. I guess that's my job, to make the Boss (and his girlfriend and his son) look good to people who might be inclined to give us money. But if I don't have time for the nuts and bolts of the business, it all goes away. I have to make time, even if it's on a Saturday.
Homework has been chafing at me every since Tuesday night's class. With all the interruptions during the week, I haven't been able to put together a really productive study session. I've stopped and started the video tape so many times that I'm afraid of wearing it out. But today I put aside everything else for a couple of hours and really got into it.
That should help, but sometimes I wonder about the value of studying the same material over and over. The thing is, I'm not sure I'm doing it right, and if I'm doing it wrong I'm reinforcing bad habits. Maybe a three-hour, once-a-week class isn't the best way to learn a language. I remember early in the semester I was doing my numbers from 6 to 9 backwards, all week long, until I got together with Suzanne and she straightened me out (literally).
This week it's "before" and "after." Simple concept, no? The signers on the tape ask what number comes before 4. The trouble is, I kept answering "5." Apparently I have trouble with spatial perspective. And Suzanne and I have both been too busy this week to compare notes, but at least this time I caught myself. I've gone over and over that section of tape, and by now I'm pretty sure I have it. That's a lot of time to spend on a pretty simple concept, though.