I spent Thursday and Friday running my garage sale. Despite the fact that I made $200, I really hated it. Part of the reason is it’s hard to be enthusiastic about selling junk you don’t want yourself. Another reason is selling, for me, is just hard anyway. Plus there’s the fact that I am so bad at making casual chit chat with total strangers, and the fact that there are so many things I’d rather be doing than sitting in my garage during the two most beautiful days we’ve had all summer.

The sale was supposed to go through Sunday, but by midday on Friday I had had enough. There wasn’t really much left anyway. People would stop, walk halfway up the driveway, see that most everything was gone, and end up leaving before they reached the garage. Apparently, I was a waste of their time. I retaliated by closing the sale. They were a waste of my time too.

So here I find myself on another gorgeous Michigan day. It’s sunny and the temperature is in the 70’s with a nice breeze. My perfect weather. So what have I done now that I don’t have to sit in the garage? Well, mostly, I’ve slept. Huh? Seems like kind of a waste too, doesn’t it? Last night, I went to bed at 9:00 p.m. fully expected to wake up around 10 or 11 to come back to the computer and catch up on all my computer things. It didn’t happen. I woke up this morning at 9:00 a.m. I have no idea why I needed 12 hours of sleep, but apparently I did. So this morning I ran some errands and returned around 1-ish. Then I took another nap which lasted 2 hours. Again, I don’t know why I need this sleep, but I must.

A couple of BTWs for you. It seems the votes are in and people prefer strangers reading their blogs to people they know. Also, Rob went to see Collateral without me last night. How unfair.

I adjusted my Fall semester schedule yesterday. When I first registered, I ended up with 17 credit hours. I was determined to get that degree finally. The latest goal persual is Anthropology. Lately though, I’ve been considering a change (again) to Fine Art (again). There is one major problem with that. I’m not happy with the art program at my current university, and I am unwilling to commute back to EMU for their art program.

So I’ve been sitting on this decision all summer. What do I do when Fall semester rolls around? I have a few options. The first is to continue with those 17 credit hours and work on that darn unobtainable degree. But I don’t really have the enthusiasm for it that I did when I registered. The second thing I could do is return to EMU part-time. With the boys being in school up here and the classes I want to take scheduled at times that would interfere with my being here for them after school, this choice isn’t feasible. Option three is to drop my classes for Fall and wait and see what happens in the Winter. Part of the problem there is that I like school and I know that I’ll regret not being registered once the semester starts.

I’m pretty much convinced that I’ll never finish. I will never see that degree. I have over 150 credit hours accumulated at different universities, and I carry a 4.0 gpa. So my problem isn’t one of going to class and doing the work. It’s more a problem of finding a major that I can live with. The Great and Powerful Oz was pretty accurate assessing my past and present situation. And I’m in complete agreement with her about the outlook for my college career in the future. I’m still going to try Radio Roulette for some answers because I like superstition.

So what was my decision regarding my Fall schedule? Well, I’m going to keep working at this Anthropology degree, if for no other reason than I don’t know what else to do with my time. I’ve adjusted my schedule to seven credit hours. And I think I may go back to subbing part time as well on the days I’m not in school. The substitute teacher program in this area is very flexible, so I would only work when I want to work. Which is really great if you have to worry about being home with little sick children at times.

My history has shown that I have an attention span of about 3 months, so don’t be too surprised if I end up changing my path at the end of the year.