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I've been reading here for a while, trying to remember to loop stopping by into my daily routine.  I keep opening the post page, and then not even knowing how to jump back in, especially when *most* of the folks likely to read are mostly caught up with what's been going on since the last time I posted, which was nearly three years ago now.

But with the rest of social media rapidly turning into a dumpster fire like the rest of the world, I'm trying to figure out where and how I want to keep engaging with folks online.  I don't think the answer can be to just abandon it all together, but I'm also feeling really done with doomscrolling through feeds that are increasing garbage and decreasingly letting me connect with the actual people that brought me there in the first place.

So we'll try writing over here a little more, see how it goes, I guess?
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Things were a little surreal in our quiet little corner of Boston yesterday - I wrote this last night.  There was a silent protest/vigil planned for this evening at the big rotary a few blocks from us, mostly aimed at the folks in Rozzie/West Roxbury.  We planned on walking over after work. 

About midday, our local FB group started buzzing... some fucknut on Twitter had posted the flyer from the vigil with a call to arms that "tonight was the night" to move into the residential neighborhoods and "take what was theirs".  Consensus seems to be Twitter was flooded with this crap all weekend, it's most likely just MAGA assholes trying to stir up tension and amp up police (and make it look like it was coming from Antifa and Black Lives Matter, which I have no words for), but still. We briefly discussed whether we still wanted to go (hell yes) and headed over as planned.

It was exactly what I expected... mostly white allies, trying to show support, few if any people with any claim to the kind of personal anger or desperation that might lead to the tension that sparks a riot, holding an almost stereotypical peaceful vigil with a lot of black lives matter signs, everyone wearing masks and politely putting space between every little knot of people, mostly honks of support from the backed up traffic (including several people who did multiple laps of the area).  In other words, NOT the kind of gathering that would normally pique any cop interest, except maybe a traffic detail. (I know, any crowd can lose it, don't [personal profile] me, but I've been to a lot of these kinds of protests.)

And yet.  The businesses we could see? All boarded up. (FB would later show me business all over Rozzie Square and WR also getting boarded up.) And the police presence was insane - there's a precinct house literally right on the rotary (it was also lightly barricaded, with a line of cops in front of it), but this was way more than that.  There were cops everywhere. I might have written it off as tensions are high, they're on high alert, but then, as we were standing there, a BPD truck carrying a portable panopticon tower pulled into the parking lot across the street. A few minutes later, three MBTA buses full of cops pulled up over there as well. 

And here's the thing that felt really obvious about where the cops were - they looked like they were ENTIRELY there to protect the church behind us, the parish school where they were parked and the precinct house.  They were not positioned so that they could do anything to protect the crowd, they were doing little to manage the traffic or the people trying to cross the streets.  They were standing in clusters at each of the church doors, in the school parking lot (which is high above where the crowd was), making sure no one entered the parking area.

In the end, nothing much happened. We stood there for an hour or so, people drove by and honked, we read signs and tried to figure out how to smile at strangers while wearing a mask.  Eventually the folks organizing the vigil came around and thanked us for coming out and shooed us gently towards home (cognizant, I'm sure that one of the turning points for violence is when the cops try to make people leave before they are ready to disperse). We walked home and chatted with our neighbors. We tucked our cars that usually park on the street into the driveway for the night, just in case.

Now it's after 11, and everything is quiet.  It seems that that whatever 'threat' there may have been out there probably wasn't ever real, and was just assholes trying to stir shit up and make people nervous.  Scared and nervous people, even well intentioned ones, do a lot of damn stupid things, after all. And at the end of it, I am rather at a loss for words. I want to find something profound to say but it's still a jumble in my head, so I'm settling for writing what I have, so I'll remember the details once I've has some time to think.

Right now the main thing I want to remember is how unsettling it felt, to worry that my quiet little neighborhood was going to see the same kind of damage that other cities are seeing, to worry that something we going to go badly at our little vigil. To be there, scanning the crowd, watching for anyone who looked like they wanted to cause trouble.  To feel the looming presence of the cops and be afraid of what might happen if someone DID decide to start problems. 
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Last week was full of changes and milestones, and this week is shaping up much the same.

To start, after a few conversations about the agedness of his car, and how neither of our cars were practical for family trips with a fully grown child adult riding in the backseat, and some "maybe this is the right time to replace it, W found a used Passat that he very much wanted.  We went in to test drive it on Sunday, and walked out the owners of a new-to-us car, that we all fit in comfortably, which is happy making for the kiddo, for sure.  For all we had talked about it, it felt sudden and unexpected, but W is really happy with his new toy.

We celebrated our 21st anniversary on Thursday.  Thursdays are busy days in our house, so it was low-key. W collected the kiddo from a chorus concert, I cooked us a yummy steak dinner, that was about the extent of it.

Saturday, though, was the kiddo's 18th birthday.  I feel like I should get a damn merit badge for successfully raised my child through to adulthood, you know?.  We celebrated most of the weekend, starting with taking him to get the industrial piercing that he has wanted for YEARS, but that you can only get at 18 in MA on Saturday morning.  Saturday night he had friends over (and W and I celebrated his adulthood by excusing ourselves from the house for most of the evening).  Then Sunday I surprised him twice, first with a gathering for dim sum in the morning with many of our nearest and dearest family friends and then again in the evening with E and D showing up on our doorstep for takeout and games.

This week is his last week of classes at Meridian.

Next Monday, he starts an internship at Northeastern, working in the LGBT center on campus. 

We are careening toward graduation and Australia and the inevitable arrival of his date of departure for the wilds of Tacoma. 

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I just re-read my last entry on here, which is almost two years old, and I am astonished.

I need another madcap, let's do something crazy stupid at the last minute adventure in my life.

I keep thinking to post here, and then I look over how much has changed in the time since I last wrote here regularly (and how much has NOT - I am looking at you, job), and I kind of freeze up. I think I just need to get over myself, stop worrying about playing catch up and just start writing again.
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Last weekend was a good one.

Saturday, we had plans to see L and M and their sprogs. Somehow, we had not managed to see them for better than two years (because the last time I saw L was when she dropped by the office when baby sprog was an actual baby, and he is 2+ now). That was great, cooking good food and catching up and enjoying the older sprog who is now a very entertaining 9 year old (HOW? How is that child 9 already?)

While we're hanging out, H sidles up to me with that teenager 'I'm up to something' bearing that I know all too well, and says "Hey, so, just asking, but what are the chances you might let me go to Brooklyn tomorrow?" (I told you they were up to something!)

Turns out their very faaaaaaavorite web comic artist was going to be at FlameCon - a comic convention for LGBT comics / artists, and despite only learning about the event minutes before, they were desperate to go.

Cue discussion and negotiation. *If* they can find a friend who wants to go and will be allowed *and* we can figure out a transportation option that works *and* we can work out a plan that all the parents are comfortable with, then OK. We'll let them go. Found a friend who was willing and able (so much for hoping the other parents were saner than we are), but we got totally stuck on transportation. Summer, weekend, last minute? There are NO cheap ways to get home from NYC - busses were all $80+, Amtrak was beyond stupid. Which is when I got stupid. "You know," I say to W, "I could get up and drive the kids to New Haven. We could grab MetroNorth into the city - they can head out to the con in Brooklyn, and I can find something to do in until it's time to go home." And that's how I ended up getting up at 5:30 on a Sunday morning and having a 17 hour day trip to NYC.

The kids had a great time. So did I - I found that the Met had an exhibit of WWI art, so I went to see that, and then wandered through the 19th and 20th century painting galleries. While I was there, a friend messaged that there was an excellent Jazz Age exhibit at the Cooper Hewitt, which I had never been to, but I had time to get there, and she was right - it was excellent. As I was finishing up there, the kids messaged that they were done as well, and we met back up at Grand Central and wended our way home. It was exhausting, but fun enough that I didn't care. And now it's Friday, and I am almost caught up on sleep. Almost.

Phew

Dec. 19th, 2016 05:01 pm
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We're a week out from Christmas, and I feel like I have most of my crap kind of, somewhat, sort of under control. This is amazing - I never have my shit together for Christmas. It might be because for the first time in many years I am not managing multiple crises on the personal and/or work fronts in the weeks leading up to the holiday. Or maybe I'm just trying to keep busy so that I don't have time to think to much. These days, that does not lead to good places in my head.

I wrapped all the gifts I had in the house already over the weekend - I have about 4 more inbound and a couple of handknits to wrap. H and I are dialing back cookie production this year to three recipes we've made before, and two varieties of dressed up nuts. The only kink in those works is that our schedule for the tail end of the week has need up pretty chunked up, making it tough to find good cookie making blocks of time. But, I am sure we will figure it out - we always do!

Unusually for us, we are going to be hosted a small Christmas gathering at our place on the day off, after scheduling imploded for trying to find a way to see everyone on Christmas Day (the joy of mixing families with many different traditions). I think that we're announcing on family gathering day that we intend to either stay home again next year or to go to New Mexico so that we can spend Christmas with W's mom - which we have not done in many years. Or maybe we'll see about going somewhere warm and tropical for the holiday. But I am super looking forward to hosting and cooking a nice meal - there will be few enough of us that I might even break out the fancy china I "inherited" from my mom a year ago. Gotta figure out what I am going to cook, still.

On the knitting front, I may be in a little trouble - I am committed to finishing the repair on W's stocking, and he is waiting for a hat I promised him ages ago (slow going, since I am designing it myself). I promised another friend a hat a year ago, and I'd like to have that for him by New Years, if I can, and yesterday I agreed to make pussy hats for two of my church friends to wear to the march in Washington next month.
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to be gone for so long.

But then somehow, nearly five years had passed. Of course, I've been reading, but almost everyone had gone away. And then, the length of the absence became a thing in itself - how to return after such a long disappearance? And would there even be anyone there, listening?

But. I am tired and bored with the short form and noise of Facebook, and although I stopped actually writing here, I never stopped writing posts in my head, which tells me that I've missed this outlet.

I've been doing a fair amount of reflecting lately - it's been two very tumultuous years here, although many of the important things remain the same (same employer, same husband, same child - different job, different address, different cats), but now things are finally settling into the "new normal", and I feel like I have space to breathe again.

So, anyway, who's still here?
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Man, the Yarn Harlot managed to perfectly nail why I have been wicked cranky at the weather lately.

She wrote:

 A little while ago, the weather here made that mysterious leap from autumn to early winter, and all of a sudden I can't get warm.  The house can't get warm, it's like the heat won't sink in to it and nothing is cozy. I feel like the light of autumn is golden and warm, and then there's this shift, and the trees are bare, and the light (what little of it there is) seems thin and blue.   This phase passes.  It's a temporary thing, like everyone walking around right now when it's -1 and saying "It's so cold out".  Come January you're dreaming of -1, and by March you think that temp is a sign of spring.  What seems like the cruelty of early winter will give way soon to deep winter, with snow, darkness and storms outside, and candles, sparkles and coziness in the house.  You just have to get over the soul crushing hump of accepting another winter, let your inner thermostat remember how to deal with it.


We keep sinking down to the point where I'm adjusting to it being winter (which I love), but before we can make the last leap of transition to coziness and shelter, mother nature yanks us back to fall with a beautiful 65 degree day. I know that on one hand I should be grateful for the generous beautiful day, but part of me really just wants to get the transition over with, and I won't get caught sweltering or freezing because I did / didn't need a coat yesterday, so why would I today?

Plus, planning a beef stew and then having to eat it on a day better suited to a BBQ just feels WRONG.
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Had a very wacky dream last night, that someone had taken their truck and driven over our car to get out of a parking space, but then posted gloatingly about it on the website of the place where we were parked at, so we knew their e-mail address and were able to figure out their actual name and address from that. Rather than try to deal with the cops, we decided to get good old fashioned revenge on them instead.

I woke up before I could really plot out anything truly horrific, but I've been amusing myself thinking about it all day.

Funny non-property destroying revenge that allows the prankster to remain anonymous - what would you do?

Interesting, the dream post the person wrote in my dream was horribly racist and stupid, but got Wiley's racial background entirely wrong. I wonder what weirdness my subconscious was playing with on that one?
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I should have known that this month long posting every day thing wasn't going to happen, but I actually made it further than I expected.  Life is a little too crazy right now, and I'm a little too sleep deprived.

Helping a dear friend through a crisis (that so far looks like it will end well, but there's still plenty of room for it to go pear-shaped on her), a couple of overnight baby shifts to help keep Carrie from completely losing her mind, and a test knitting project that is getting very close to the deadline and is not nearly finished enough piled on top of normal life have all combined to turn me into a giant ball of stress.  I hadn't realized how bad it was until I realized yesterday that I was driving around with my jaw clenched so tight that my neck and face were throbbing.  And I was just running errands, not doing anything warranting that level of mental torque, at least not right in that moment.

I'm a worrier by nature, and that's especially true when there's situations where I can't do anything to help.  I gather in all that stress and clutch it to me, as if I hold it tight enough, I'll be able to move the universe with the power of my mind and make things tun out OK.

Since I realized just how stressed I was feeling yesterday, I've been trying to pull myself back from it, mostly by noticing when I'm starting to tense up and taking a minute or two to breathe and let it go.  It's working remarkably well. Tonight I am going to settle into my couch with the test knitting and make some progress - double bonus, since I'll be moving forward on something stressing and knitting is a great relaxation tool - and I'm going to try to get to bed early enough to get some good sleep in.

Any other suggestions, besides a good glass of wine to go with the knitting tonight?



In good things, Hannah's chorus had their first concert Friday night, and it was lovely. Tonight is our third installment of kid's cooking night, and this week looks (so far) like it is going to be much more calm.
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A few months ago, one of the mom-blogs I read had a post about her plan to get her kids to cook dinner for the family one night a week. Her kids are a little older than Hannah, but I thought she might be ready.

Hannah has been my kitchen helper for years now, and she dives on Everyday Food and Bon Appetit as soon as they hit the mailbox - folding down the corners of all the pages with recipes she wants me to make. Most months, there's more folded corners than not, and we usually plans out the menu plan for the coming week together. She's a little foodie in training, is what I'm saying, and so actually being in charge and responsible for dinner seemed like a logical next step.

I ran the idea past her, and she was thrilled at the thought. Then life happened, and we've been so busy for the past month that we never actually got to do it - I could count the number of home cooked dinners in our house in October on one hand - but this week, life is mostly back to normal.

She picked out a shiitake mushroom pasta alfredo from this month's Everyday Food (I would link to the recipe, but I can't find it on the site) and she gave me a list for the grocery shopping trip. We got home late tonight (not quite back to normal, I guess) and she set to work. Since we were running late, I volunteered my services at a prep cook and chopped garlic and shallots and mushrooms while she got the herbs ready, the pasta cooking and all the other ingredients gathered. She needed help draining the big pasta pot and beyond that, all I did was answer questions. She made a few rookie mistakes but nothing that made a real difference, and the dish she turned out was actually delicious!

She was so pleased with herself for turning out a good meal, and it was awesome to watch how comfortable she was being in charge and making decisions about how the dish would get made.

Best of all? This, combined with my brainstorm about making Wiley cook on the night he works from home (and I'm out until 7 picking Hannah up from dance class) means that I'm only responsible for two dinners during the week, even if I'm still working in the kitchen for one of them.

Halloween!

Oct. 31st, 2011 07:28 pm
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This year, Miss Hannah decided to be a lion. After I might have been a little grumpy about her asking for another iteration of princess again this year.

But isn't she an adorable lion?



We went light on pumpkins this year - I was not up for 5 or 10 pumpkin lanterns.

Hannah went for a bat, and picked out a vampire for me and Wiley went off on his geeky way with his own thing. Lots of compliments on them - I can only imagine people haven't seen the template books that make it wicked easy to have fancy carvings.

Aaaaaaaah.

Jun. 8th, 2011 07:17 pm
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Squam was, as usual, magic. More about that can be found over here: http://www.nograndplan.com/?p=243

The re-entry has been... rough. Yes, rough would be a very good way to put it. Someday I will find a way to indulge all the things I need to feed my soul. Someday.

Chickens!

May. 29th, 2011 05:03 pm
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I've been TALKING about wanting to get chickens for a very long time now. I have never actually managed to do it, because there were just enough complicated bits that I never quite wrapped my head around getting it all done. I mean - just the description of ordering wee baby chicks alone was enough to make my head spin, never mind picked a coop, figuring out how to care for them, worrying about the neighborhood coyotes, not to mention the neighbors.

A few weeks ago, a friend of Wiley's mentioned that they were moving to a bigger coop, and might we want their Eglu? They'd be happy to include the two adult chickens who had been living together in the space as well - a little starter flock!

Today was the chicken pickup day, and Wiley headed out this morning to their place, way up on the end of the North Shore. Dismantled the coop, packed it all up, boxed up the chickens and drove them home.

We just spent about an hour getting them settled in and introducing them to our cats - Cosmo seems intimidated and not quite sure what to think, while Pye seems to think they look pretty tasty. We're pretty sure they won't be able to get into the run, but we'll be keeping an eye on them for the next few days.

Hannah is going to get to name one of them, and I have my heart set on naming the other Camilla. It may be a bit cliché, but Gonzo has always been one of my favorite Muppets, so Camilla it is.

Here they are, all settled into their new home!



On the crafty front, I am almost to the end of my first scarf - I'm hoping to finish it up tonight and take it off the loom. I already know what I want as my second project. I've picked a name for the loom - taking Kati's suggestions as a jumping off point, I looked up "weave" in a bunch of different languages. According to Babelfish, in Italian, it is "tessuto". I don't know if it's quite right, Babelfish being what it is and all, but Tess seems to be a good fit for the loom, and so shall she be christened.

I'm also getting ready to head off to Squam for SAW this week. I'm not sure how, but it went from being very far away to being in less than a week! This is the first year I haven't had to run around buying all kinds of weird supplies - my classes are all either things I've done before (knitting and embroidery) or are providing the supplies (woodworking). I'm appreciating the chance to have a more relaxed run up to the vacation this year, and I think it's making me look forward to it even more.
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Okay, universe, I give. You win!

The past few months have been crazy, with the things breaking and costing me lots of money.

First, one morning, we woke up to the faint odor of gas in the house. After checking all the obvious suspects, and finding nothing, we called the gas company. With the help of their gas sniffer, we found that one of the valves on the furnace wasn't quite closing all the way when it switched off. Not a big deal while the heat was running, since it was leaking slowly enough that it was safely burning off when the furnace fired, but bad news once we turned the heat off for the season. Gas guy turned off our gas, but with a quick call to our plumber, we were back in business. Goodbye, $350!

The NEXT week, I was driving home one night and my engine light and temp light in my car went completely bonkers. Limped the car home, took it to our mechanic the next morning to have her diagnosed as having a blown water pump. Goodbye, $1200!

The NEXT week, Wiley went into the basement to retrieve some laundry before work to find water all over the basement floor. Our hot water heater? Had a big hole in the side of it. Called the plumber again, and he was able to come out and replace it the same day. Goodbye, $900!

Added in to those numbers were the bills we were paying for Hannah's camp for the summer, the cost of airline tickets for her to go out to visit my MiL this summer (three round trip fares, since we're not keen on her flying herself with a connection quite yet), and a tax bill that was high enough to make my brain seize.

Then, two weeks ago, the washing machine died. This time, it was a mortal injury and Wiley was not able to resurrect it as he had done at least twice before, and so this week, we replaced that too. Goodbye, another $800!

Today, while heading for the train station, the oil light in the car started screaming at me. I hobbled her home, and Wiley (who's not here today, of course) is pretty sure she's just low on oil and it's not going to be another expensive repair. Can you guess how much I am hoping it isn't?

I'd kind of like to stop hemorrhaging money, at least for a little bit.

And through it all, no matter how frustrating these ridiculous expenses have been, coming all at once, I am profoundly grateful that as annoying as it all is - it's ANNOYING and not something that has catapulted us into financial disaster or debt. I sigh, I grumble, I write a check and my problem is solved. With that said, though, I'd like the universe to go pick on someone else now, really.
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Never content to stick with one hobby for too long, this yea, I decided that I wanted to learn to weave.

So, for my birthday, I asked for a loom. Sadly, there's not space in my house now for a floor loom, but there is for a little table loom.

On Monday, Wiley gifted me with this:

New Loom

Last night, [livejournal.com profile] gala came over and helped me get her warped for the first time. Hannah picked out some yarns and my first project is going to be a scarf for her.

WAY faster than knitting, I learned how to warp the thing and got about 5 inches of weaving done just last night.
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I started my garden a few weeks ago. Mostly, I put in an asparagus bed that I am hoping will serve us well for years, and I'm trying a bunch of brussel sprout plants. When the tomato and basil seedlings appear at the garden store, I'll be adding as many of those as I can fit.

Last night, my husband looked out the window and called Hannah over to see what he had spotted. I looked, and was filled with a feeling of doom for my garden.



Can you see why? Maybe this will help. (You can also click to make the pics bigger.)


 


I've never seen a bunny in my yard - between having outdoor cats that scent the place up and several packs of coyotes in the woods around our house keeping the population down, they never seem to make it into our backyard. (The squirrels on the other hand, oooooooh, they're annoying).

Mr. Rabbit sat out there without moving for quite a long time without even really moving, but he was gone this morning. I'm hoping he doesn't come back, but if he does...

Does anyone know if rabbits like brussel sprouts?

10

Apr. 27th, 2011 11:27 pm
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Dear Hannah,

Today is your tenth birthday, and as you pass into double digits, I need to take a minute to capture you in this moment. Although I insist on still calling you Peanut, you are anything but a peanut anymore.

Yesterday was class picture day at your dance studio and you nearly had your picture taken with only one ballet shoe, because somehow you managed to pack only one to bring with you. That so perfectly captures you at this age - together enough to remember to grab your dance gear, but scattered enough to not make sure you have both shoes that I am a little sad your teacher managed to scavenge a shoe for you to wear.



You just came home from your Model UN trip, we spent the three weeks before arguing about whether you could buy heels for your trip. You, of course, insisted that you were old enough, while I refused to believe it. A smart friend suggested that you might be ready for a pair for special occasions and for practicing in at home, and she was totally right. The look on your face when you unwrapped the box tonight was just what I was hoping for, and nothing compared to the look on your dad's face as he watched you put them on.



I love how interested you are in everything around you. You complain that the news is "boring", but read your way right through adult books, even when the topic seems like it should be far over your head. You are sure you know just how to solve all the world's problems, and I need to learn to remember not to ruin your hope with reality, at least not all the time. The reality of the life of a tween girl is enough reality for the both of us anyway.

This has been the longest and the quickest decade of my life, and the only things I would change are the moments I've not managed to be the mom I want to be for you. I had NO IDEA what I was getting into the day you arrived, and most of the time, I'm still never sure I'm making the right calls. But I see you growing into an amazing young woman, and hope its because we're getting it right more often than we don't.

I asked you this evening how it felt to be 10, and you very seriously told me that it did feel different yet, but that was because the fairy of ten would take 24 hours to find you and work her magic before you felt different. You were very confident that she would arrive right on time tomorrow at 9:44. I hope she doesn't disappoint.
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First week of actually doing the new job was mostly uneventful. I don't expect it to stay that way, but it was good to ease in gently. I can't believe how much a difference not having to answer the phone whenever it rings is making in how much more mentally put together I feel at the office. It's spectacular not having to be secretary in addition to all my other jobs. (That's one thing the big boss doesn't seem to get - how disruptive it is to the staff who have projects to work on to also have to answer all the incoming calls - not just actual support calls, but everything for all the departments, all the telemarketers, everything. I will not miss that after 13 years of it!)

I found out that I passed all of the MTEL tests I took back in March, which was awesome! Technically, I can apply for my initial license now, although I somehow doubt there will be any schools looking to hire a teacher 15 years out of college with no practical experience. I heard back about the grad school program I applied for, hoping it would get me the experience I need and I was not invited for an interview, so that won't be happening this year. I am trying to stay positive - I'm going to take a class or two this summer and re-apply in the fall, and to a couple of other programs as well. I know this is the right path to be pursuing right now, so I'm going to keep at it.

Hannah went off this week for her trip to the Montessori Model United Nations. 850 kids, from many countries coming together to try and solve the world's problems in 4 days. I swear, if there's anything that gives me hope for the world, that's it, right there in a nutshell. She reports that it was incredibly fun and she loved it, and can't wait to go back, although she's hoping for a "more fun" topic next year. We greatly enjoyed a week of pretending we had no children.

And in the meantime, spring has finally sprung, and I have beautiful flowers appearing or about to appear in my front yard.

pics behind a cut so I don't break your pages )

This afternoon, Hannah and I spent an hour planting asparagus crowns and brussel sprout seedlings. Previous attempt to grow the sprouts were not successful, but I am eternally hopeful with my gardening endeavors. The asparagus is completely new, and I really hope they work, because I LOVE asparagus, and will be so so so excited if we can grow our own. Because the garden store is a dangerous place for my wallet, Hannah might have found me an easy mark when she tried to sell me on buying more flowers for the front garden - a huge pot of irises and a wee pot of narcissus might have fallen into our wagon, and I narrowly escaped buying some forsythia, which is my favorite spring flowering plant, and yet, I still have none in my yard - why is that? I only didn't buy those because I knew I would need Wiley to dig the holes, and I couldn't spring that on him unannounced. Next weekend, though!

All in all, a delightful spring day, full of hope and promise.
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This morning, Hannah was all excited about the book she's reading at school. "Mom, you're NEVER going to guess what I'm reading! It's a classic!"

We go back and forth a few times, and she tells me it's by Shakespeare. I guess Romeo and Juliet, to which she says "I wish. But we don't have a version that has been translated into English."

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