Well, this Spring, so far, blows.
I have just received confirmation that there is no way all my paperwork will come back in time, so I won't be going to my mothers' memorial service - something that I think I'm okay with, but I hate the thought of disappointing my father and my step-father and my grandparents (who are being gracious and lovely through all of this. Actually everyone's been really supportive and kind and understanding - anger at how this turned out has apparently made me think they'll turn on me like raging dogs, or something. Which isn't their personalities at all.)
My friend M is the same. Which isn't all bad - at least she's not dying, right - but isn't great, either. I keep remembering chunks of our history together - she and I lived together for four years, and I have old and doddering cats that were our pets then - Chumba, in fact, my steadfast purring machine, my cat-hat, my giver of kitty-zen, was her kitten - and she hasn't gone through that time yet in her head. It's bewildering and sad and bittersweet, all at once.
My job continues to go well, with my only complaint being that they're under-utilizing the support staff. (me) But I'm hopeful that I can corner some big projects soon.
My children didn't go to the music festival today - Cass came in to our bedroom in a high state of anxiety because he couldn't remember the words and thought he was going to throw up, and after he blubbered a bit B (soft-hearted B) let him out of it (which of course meant there was no way R was getting up there either. Five, for her, is all about what's good for the gander is good for the goose.) Not that I'm the hard-hearted parent, exactly, but I wouldn't have given in.
And I'm tiring of this set-up for my blog. Maybe a move? Do I want to jump into more serious blogging territory? Will have to think about that....but definitely at least a face-lift for daysgoby.
My brother had a good friend that used to come out to supper with us quite a bit - and it used to kill my mother that we could go to any restaurant (Mexican, Chinese, Guatemalan, Italian, whatever) and he would order a hamburger and fries.
And now my daughter is taking on that role.
Yesterday she suggested that we all go out to eat at the Chinese restaurant here in town. SHE suggested it. I was thrilled at the idea of more hot-and-sour soup, so off we went - where she promptly ordered fried fish and chips. At least she ate some of my soup.
7 comments:
I'm so sorry you're missing your mom's service - I'm so sorry you lost your mom.
Your photography is amazing, and it would be wonderful to highlight if you decide to revamp your invisible space. :)
Rosie takes after Poppa, fish and chips everytime. If I can help with anything, let me know.
K.
I'm sorry too. Stupid no good paperwork.
About the blog... I have used Blogger, Typepad and Wordpress. Typepad is good but you have to pay extra for decent photo hosting. Wordpress is free and I have found it easy to use and great for photos. There are a lot of different themes to choose from and some are very customizable. I have just bought and downloaded a template from www.bludomain.com for my photography site, and it's pretty awesome if you were considering something even more photo-centric. My bludomain site will replace my Flickr site as a gallery for my images.
WEll, just sending positive vibes your way, spring is still going so I'm crossing my fingers yours improves, stat
I'm so very sorry that the paper work process is all hurry up and wait. I wish I could help. Did your paper work go through Sydney?
hugs!
Aw, sorry about that paperwork snafu. Not your fault and nothing to be done, but that doesn't help you feel better.
Your daughter needs to meet my younger son. We designated the summer of 2005 as "The Second Born Hot Dog Tour of Nova Scotia". I swear that boy ate hot dogs every night for a fortnight. Even in a chinese restaurant in Baddeck.
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