tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350589172012-01-24T08:09:11.710-05:00Leap, and the net will appear. -Zen sayingJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.comBlogger6171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-23843287395134850102012-01-24T07:49:00.003-05:002012-01-24T08:09:11.717-05:00

So...continued drama with my sister. I received this email from her yesterday.You have plenty of friends to talk to, but your last e-mail trivialized me. I have told you that you won. You fucked me over. Please stop it. This is another case where you "poured gasoline onto a fire" and detonated a bomb. Your actions since yesterday have hurt me deeply. I cannot continue to receive your harassing

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-9997128913632663112012-01-23T09:29:00.002-05:002012-01-23T09:48:52.310-05:00

Well.It's been quite a while. Much has happened, is happening. Since I can't vent about some stuff on Facebook and Twitter, I'm back writing here, trying to process the latest drama.It's been over a year since I wrote about my sister. In that time, it's been mostly calm. That is, no contact. There was this small episode in February '11 while I was working on the initial phases of the town project

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-19644481182588883182011-10-10T21:45:00.002-04:002011-10-10T21:56:15.110-04:00

I've been working on a project in town -- trying to get town approval for funding a new school building. It's no easy task. The first half of my effort was last spring and resulted in favorable votes at town meeting and town election for design funds. Now we're asking for the big bucks -- construction funds.The project is solid. We need it. As a community we have to afford it for our long-term

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-47166844115197382112011-05-08T22:44:00.002-04:002011-05-08T22:47:58.216-04:00

We just can't seem to get Mother's Day right. Or, rather, I can't seem to get Mother's Day right.We had a fine Mother's Day. Really. We have a family project going on that I'm really quite excited about and the day itself was fine. Truly! We had casual dinner out -- and then I started to loose my shit.I'm overwhelmed by house management. I've never been a very been a fabulous housekeeper, though

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-37958408543088240952010-12-15T16:08:00.002-05:002010-12-15T16:24:58.526-05:00

Let's revisit this sister crap, shall we?Since I last discussed the issue, I sent my sister a birthday gift (she ignored my birthday). She returned the package unopened. (S very sweetly responded, "You should send her a note and say that it wasn't nice of her to do that.")I called her to ask why she did that. She screamed at me. Something about how she was in therapy because of me and that I

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-41114317840818877642010-12-09T19:01:00.002-05:002010-12-09T19:05:20.915-05:00

I've got two for you today.First storyThe other day, an acquaintance and Facebook "friend", joined the Facebook cause, "Stop Obama from changing the National Christmas Tree to the Holiday Tree."I rolled my eyes. We all know this is bull. (We do all know it, right? Because if you don't know it, you should definitely click the link that follows.) I wasn't feeling in an "ignore it" mood, so I took

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-29437338984904512742010-12-03T20:49:00.002-05:002010-12-03T21:02:30.626-05:00

Today I had a very humorous experience on Tw*tter. Bear with me, please, while I try to tell the tale. (And no, I did not get a job via Tw*tter - job search is a whole 'nother can of worms right now.) Just yesterday, I was trying to adequately describe Tw*tter to someone, and failing miserably. I realized several times in the last 24 hours details I should have mentioned. K, this is for you.I

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-65499724567527146772010-11-07T09:53:00.002-05:002010-11-07T09:56:57.053-05:00

Yesterday, this man announced his retirement. Part of his reason for retiring in a couple of years is that the experience has taken a toll on his family. I am sad for him, for the church, for the people he served. He was always such an example of gentleness and grace. Still is, actually.Then I read the comments on the online version of the story. I shouldn't have. No wonder the guy is bailing out

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-11175421405026014082010-11-02T22:59:00.002-04:002010-11-02T23:02:45.576-04:00

M's annual cardiology appointment was today. It didn't go quite as well as I hoped.I'm nervous every year for this. We like to say that if you're going to have a heart defect, M's is a pretty good one to have. But it still doesn't make it easy or okay. I wish I didn't know the routine at the pediatric cardiology office so well. We've known it would be likely that M would have to go on meds at

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-82400615817551600722010-11-01T10:44:00.002-04:002010-11-01T10:47:11.011-04:00

We road-tripped to our nation's capital this weekend for the comedian-led-but-really-quite-serious political rally. It was mostly good. I'm glad we went, even though the driving was long, and the teenager...very much a teenager.We drove down Friday night (after an interesting soccer game for C...been a long time since I've been called "Toots" by an insecure, and obviously poorly-endowed middle

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-87805361838846522722010-11-01T10:07:00.002-04:002010-11-01T10:12:20.762-04:00

It's happened again. That early 20s nephew -- whom I love -- has criticized my parenting. Most specifically, around all tht stuff that happened with my sister in August. He with his stellar, stable upbringing and vast experience. Good gracious. I should just let it go, and I'm trying to, but...sheesh.He called last week to wish M a happy birthday, and thought he could get away with talking to me

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-16052632475660954102010-10-27T07:51:00.001-04:002010-10-27T07:54:46.342-04:00

It took C years to come to terms with his scar and what it meant. When, finally, he told me he wasn't embarrassed about it anymore, that was a huge step. Being willing to take off his shirt at the beach was another huge step, one even noted by his pediatrician.We have now reached the next phase: using the scar to his advantage.Soccer season is winding to a close. The coach has given the kids

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-46277661271233999862010-10-22T11:53:00.002-04:002010-10-22T12:03:34.966-04:00

Today one of my favorite bloggers notes the release of a calendar for 2011 of "Great Conservative American Women." I really want to put a "(sic)" after "Great."What is making me cringe the most is the ad copy that introduces a theme for each month, including, "Fight Feminism in March" (And, admittedly, I don't know who the March person is!)Um, excuse me, but were it not for feminism, the majority

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-20825086457450508782010-10-21T23:15:00.001-04:002010-10-21T23:17:43.082-04:00

There's been a rash of head injuries in our town recently. Just yesterday, at a soccer game in a neighboring town, two of our town's soccer players received head injuries due to hard, intentional fouls by the other team. One also cracked five ribs, and for the other, it was his 3rd head injury in 18 months. No more contact sports for that kid, period. (And, of course, the ref, contracted by the

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-17240610011333580562010-10-19T21:30:00.002-04:002010-10-19T21:45:36.441-04:00

A couple of days ago I was trying to write something about women in the workplace and how we've come so far - and yet haven't. My husband's aunt faced a similar work situation 32 years ago: she'd been working happily part time, a new manager came in, decided part-time didn't work and pushed her out of her job. Deja vu! At any rate, what I was writing wasn't coming together. It remains in

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-82954725504433240502010-10-05T22:41:00.000-04:002010-10-05T22:42:51.821-04:00

I recently wrote a short piece on transitioning a child into a new preschool for another project. It talked about acknowledging your child's different experience base, and gave some ideas for making the transition, among other things. By the time we've transitioned our kids into preschool, then kindergarten, then 1st grade, and on through the lower elementary years, we're transitioned out. We

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-86768166886092124272010-10-04T08:06:00.004-04:002010-10-04T10:33:06.580-04:00

(Hold on, this is a long one)So. The trip out west. And the sister blowout after which she is not speaking to me.It really starts years and years ago. Don't all such situations start well in advance of the actual "event?" But I don't know exactly when it started. It could have been when C was a baby and she came out for a few days to "help" - which consisted of her spending the morning

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-16149298346333907452010-10-03T16:07:00.002-04:002010-10-03T16:11:15.962-04:00

I went to the grocery store this afternoon. The parking lot was pretty full. I ended parking to the left of a late model Lexus SUV. As I got out of my car (a Honda SUV, admittedly, but aging at this point), I noticed a bumper sticker on that car next to me. It was portraits of Adams, Washington and Franklin, a la Shepard Fairey. with "Faith, Hope, and Charity" written underneath. It amused me

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-20553805071002649702010-09-10T09:15:00.006-04:002010-09-10T09:53:07.413-04:00

I'm not in a stellar mood today. Just FYI.It's quiet here. The kids are all in school, full-time. Just me and the dog and cats until 2:30.I am now unemployed. The last week - particularly the last day - was yucky. Particularly pathetic was when, on that last day, when I'm trying to leave, the dev staff that had been avoiding me and not talking to me for a solid month (fear for their own jobs, I

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-47305503586116133372010-08-30T08:05:00.002-04:002010-08-30T08:08:47.237-04:00

Sitting around the hotel pool on a Friday late afternoon into early evening, I looked around and thought...Fake. Fake. Fake. Real. Fake. Real. Fake. Fake. Real. Real. Fake. Fake. Fake...I'm home from vacation. While most of it was good, the part with my family was a challenge. Currently (again) not on speaking terms with my sister. I'll tell you about that sometime. Sigh.

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-50647016544411797422010-08-09T22:01:00.002-04:002010-08-09T22:06:51.921-04:00

On Friday night, in an effort to cheer me up (the sage continues but can't and don't want to talk about it right now), we went into town for open studios at an artist's building downtown. On the first Friday of every month, (most of) the artists stay late and open up for the public to see and/or purchase. We saw some really cool stuff.Down one hall on the 3rd floor, there weren't many open

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-88740881742135438802010-07-29T20:50:00.002-04:002010-07-29T21:03:57.409-04:00

When my company hired a VP of Engineering recently, I was hopeful. My previous boss, whom I like very much as a person, is not a very good manager. This new person started and I was pleased. I thought, "Finally! We'll make some forward progress!" The developers were optimistic, I was optimisitc, the QA people were optimistic.But then I started to get a weird vibe. He didn't seem to get my

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-84526936467353264352010-07-08T18:32:00.004-04:002010-07-08T18:50:09.777-04:00

I've mentioned my sister numerous times in many contexts. She is 13 years older than me chonologically, but otherwise...well, have I mentioned the time she bit me? She had just turned 40. Anyway, a few weeks ago, on Facebook, she fanned some ultra-conservative politician, or maybe Gl*nn B*ck or some other freak. As usual, I said nothing about this. I never do because, well, my sister just isn't

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-23546826978030570932010-07-07T14:56:00.003-04:002010-07-07T23:10:20.733-04:00

This spring in spring soccer, C's team was pretty good. Like last year, they did not have any losses in their regular season (but blew it in the first game of the playoffs). Unlike last year, C did not break his arm. Phew, phew, and phew on that one as sailing season has started and he's trying to position himself for the high school team.Many of the same kids were on the team this year, but

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-7298825241888134612010-07-06T16:47:00.003-04:002010-07-06T16:51:23.846-04:00

We're going out west in August. The kids haven't been out in 3 years, and although I saw my sister and mother in March, it was very brief, and I haven't seen my brother, a couple nephews and my niece in that time. So...we make an effort to go out when we know they will all be there. We're flying cross country, at rather significant expense, and what's the response?"I don't know what our schedule

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-79046564556716623932010-06-15T11:01:00.004-04:002010-07-07T23:10:03.850-04:00

A couple of weeks ago I had jury duty. It was mostly benign, aside from the guy a couple chairs down in the jury room who kept falling asleep and snoring. (He was overweight and likely suffered from sleep apnea, thus is constantly sleep deprived. I would have mentioned one of my husband's college classmates who was diagnosed with sleep apnea in his early 20s and once started treatment had a

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-4028357894251699102010-05-12T07:42:00.002-04:002010-05-12T07:55:19.972-04:00

It's been a long time since I've had as crappy a day at work as I had yesterday. It's not that it's been wonderful until now - it's just been "fine" - and it's a job and it's a recession and I go into the office every day thinking about ways to contribute. And in the scheme of things I've had much worse days at work. But it was crappy enough to make me wonder what I want to do when I grow up. Do

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-15102390969713240042010-04-21T12:10:00.003-04:002010-04-26T17:04:56.017-04:00

When C was sick, Father M was the rector of the church we attended. He was with us on the day C coded, and was back many times over the subsequent weeks. He was one of our team in those hard days.Later, Father M baptized S, and Mrs. M was C's 3rd grade teacher - a wonderful woman who did wonders for C, for his self-esteem. I've also written about Father M in terms of what has happened to the

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-53809337336748273952010-04-14T06:49:00.002-04:002010-04-14T07:22:12.166-04:00

I think I'm seeing light at the end of the tunnel in the worst of this insane couple of months. I'm feeling a little more settled - some days, anyway.We've made it through the anniversary of the worst of C's illness. I think we're all okay. Acknowledging it and thinking about it a bit actually helped - not trying to push it down and away in the name of being busy (like I was doing). We also had

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-46232003713242784072010-04-07T08:55:00.003-04:002010-04-07T09:20:12.868-04:00

My sister has left Facebook. The nephews are still on it, and I think the youngest of those nephews (16) could use some parental supervision, but I'm glad she's gone from Facebook. It was kind of like the weirdness when your mom joins Facebook and makes inappropriate comments on your status updates. Yes, my sister did that. While I was out west, she made a comment that even though she is

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-72203736967732343132010-04-05T07:46:00.002-04:002010-04-05T07:49:45.314-04:00

It's been quite a while since I have posted anything here. It's not for lack of things to say or a desire to say it; it's more exhaustion and anxiety.I ran a friend's campaign for school committee here in town during mid February into late March. It was pretty well all consuming. My friend won in the end - and it was a fairly significant victory I think, given the nastiness of the campaign (

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-7981712223399687892010-02-22T18:22:00.003-05:002010-02-22T18:23:25.401-05:00

I've been silent here, but it has not been for lack of things to say. There's been much happening, and much thought, but very little time to be reflective. Many things I've wanted to write down, but not exactly compelled to write down. Until now.My husband has had this patient for the last few years, a young woman in her early 20s with bad disease, a history of less than stellar life choices, and

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-57432072129204321012010-01-23T08:30:00.001-05:002010-01-23T08:31:05.503-05:00

For an actor whose breakout role was as Frank-n-Furter in the Rocky Horror Picture Show, Tim Curry has had an alarmingly mainstream career.

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-78997197914783410002010-01-08T07:51:00.003-05:002010-01-23T19:44:17.829-05:00

C, at 13, has a changing body. He's rather self-conscious about it (as many teenagers are), and even though we have tried to be open in conversations since he was little about bodies, he gets embarrassed. Even so, I try to do as much talking at him as I can (before he runs away), so he continues to get certain messages from us. It's such a delicate age.About six months ago I bought a stick of

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-20446556411963272342010-01-07T06:51:00.005-05:002010-01-07T07:04:19.444-05:00

Last night came word from the School Committee meeting that our Superintendent is resigning.I don't blame her one bit - though this is a real blow to the town. Ms. S has spend most of her career in our town. She was first a 3rd grade teacher for many years, then did some more graduate work and became Assistant Principal, then Principal of the upper elementary school, then Assistant Superintendent

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-8989428342015470272010-01-06T21:02:00.003-05:002010-01-06T21:20:56.194-05:00

S goes to a Kindergarten extended day program three days a week. She loves it. I love it. M loved it when he went (C never got in - too long a waiting list and we were new to town).One of the things I love is that the kids are introduced to a wide range of literature (mainly children's literature, of course), artists, and music. Far more than the regular Kindergarten curriculum can provide (I

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-36084602980418810722009-12-26T13:32:00.003-05:002009-12-26T13:34:37.157-05:00

I am tired.I am tired of trying to take care of everything and do everything for everybody and it not being good enough.

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-48902042661954746242009-12-14T11:06:00.002-05:002009-12-14T11:13:21.347-05:00

This morning, after an old high school friend commented on something on my Facebook wall, I thought to myself, "I really should find L. I'm sure she's on Facebook."For years, L was the only person from high school with whom I kept any contact. It's been pretty much Christmas cards for about six or seven years now, but still. Facebook has changed that a little, and I am in contact with a couple

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-9756452441606628372009-12-10T11:21:00.004-05:002009-12-10T11:53:46.066-05:00

Each year at the holidays I make stollen, the German Christmas bread. There's a whole back story to how the yearly making of the stollen came about, my childhood memories of stollen, why I rarely eat it myself, and all that. But I'll save that for another time. This story starts with my version of the bread being pretty decent and a family in town that has been receiving it for almost 10 years -

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-43212796658854383832009-12-08T11:02:00.001-05:002009-12-08T11:04:04.914-05:00

My sister called yesterday. She asked if we'd ever been to Whistler, British Columbia. We have been a couple times - though not in almost a decade - thanks to frequent flier miles and mooching of a friend's accommodations. And fewer children and fewer demands. It was wonderful. I'd love to go back some day.My sister wanted to know if I thought it would be worth it for her to try to get her family

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-75465910620885955932009-12-06T23:29:00.003-05:002009-12-07T00:00:04.671-05:00

A couple weeks ago, M asked when we were going to go to church again. He's asked before.. I gave him kind of a vague answer, but this time, that wouldn't do. He really wanted to know. I kinda quizzed him about why he wanted to go and where. He said it was going to be Advent soon and he really likes Advent. (What 10 year old talks about Advent like that? This is not the first time I've considered

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-73096575336247415032009-12-01T06:33:00.004-05:002009-12-01T07:52:48.024-05:00

That would be me.I'm all out of energy. It seems it left around the the daylight/standard time switch in early November. I usually have a downturn at this time of year, but it's a bit worse this year. The near constant clouds haven't helped (one sunny day out of the last eight or so). It feels like a real slog to December 21 when I'll know there really will be more light each day.As people have

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-45291371719027269382009-11-11T22:01:00.002-05:002009-11-11T22:03:43.758-05:00

Almost two years ago exactly, I wrote this. And now this. May he rest in peace and his surviving family find the comfort they need.

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-74138238405391554802009-11-05T22:26:00.002-05:002009-11-05T22:48:42.434-05:00

About a week ago, I finally told my brother and sister about the book. My brother was excited for me , asked lots of questions, and generally was happy.My sister's response was a tad different. But I expected that.When I called, she was at the computer. I guided her through an Amazon search to find the book. When she finally found the right page, she said, "Oh!" and "Did you really write the

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-33761721465619051682009-10-31T12:15:00.002-04:002009-10-31T12:16:59.972-04:00

It means that when assholes write shit in comments, it doesn't get published!So, if you are an asshole - and I think you know who you are - you won't have a platform here. Just FYI.

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-7997177675802240042009-10-31T11:10:00.002-04:002009-10-31T11:12:40.616-04:00

Note to the neighbors: There’s a high wind warning today. Raking leaves is pointless!I was just at the market picking up some things to make cake for M's birthday gathering tomorrow. I saw a tripped out mid-90s Corvette, painted with flames, license plate “SAWEET.” I'm willing to put down money that guy isn't getting any. You know what I mean.

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-77827381461684160382009-10-29T15:51:00.002-04:002009-10-29T15:55:42.151-04:00

Yesterday I volunteered in S's classroom. It was lots of fun. What was most interesting was the full range of skills and abilities among all the kids - yet each was totally ready for school.A couple of weeks ago I received an email from someone I didn't know. It was a mass emailing advertising a "pre-writing" workshop for 4 and 5 year olds. In addition to being curious about how the sender

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-80046851066953157962009-10-28T16:54:00.002-04:002009-10-28T17:00:44.077-04:00

All three kids now H1N1 vaccinated. And not a moment too soon. One of the teachers at M's school is out with a suspected case. I'm also hearing a kid here, two or three there.The call for the injectable for C came yesterday afternoon. The "well" side of the waiting room was packed. So was the "sick" side with kids a pajamas wearing face masks.The kids having the vaccine, though, does not mean I

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-45853370824026299702009-10-28T00:11:00.001-04:002009-10-28T00:12:59.336-04:00

We've been having some issues with C and his musical instrument practice. Pretty much par for the course, I suspect.C plays the French horn. He's decent. Not wonderful, not awful. He could be very good with more practice.We bought C a nice new double French horn last spring after he pretty much begged for it for months (and his teacher said it was time to move up). It was...pricey. And C had to

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-78309799130179474022009-10-26T21:47:00.003-04:002009-10-26T22:20:16.240-04:00

Damn, I feel so stupid.I put my name in to be the representative for M's school to the district health advisory board. It's a three year appointment.Usually, these things get only one person interested, if that. I wrote my 150 word description of myself and why I thought I'd be good for the role. I'm good at analyzing data and have my fair share of medical knowledge. With kids both before and

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-45084198739905183742009-10-26T11:09:00.003-04:002009-10-26T11:36:01.961-04:00

M is ten today. Wow. Ten years old.When 2009 started, we realized it would be a big year. C became a teenager, S started Kindergarten, and M went double-digits. Wow, wow, and more wow. Sometimes I am just in awe at the way life keeps happening.M had his yearly physical on Friday. While we were in the office, the pediatrician was going over charts and such and said, cryptically, "Hold on." He

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-66162601873217631712009-10-22T14:27:00.002-04:002009-10-22T14:36:41.019-04:00

A few weeks ago, in the midst of my deadline push, I had a dream. I don't remember the subject of the dream. I don't remember anything about it except that my dad was there.When my dad died six and a half years ago, I was a mess. C had been out of the hospital exactly a month and we'd each just completed our first full weeks back at a school and work, respectively. The whole family was tired,

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-55586130009124966752009-10-20T14:57:00.002-04:002009-10-20T15:11:46.039-04:00

Coming down after this big writing push has been interesting. The publishing house still hasn't been in touch ("soon" could mean February!), but the name of the book is searchable via Google, so something is being published. (Not on the big book site yet, but some smaller ones - including a "Christian" book site. I think that's a hoot - not that there's anything offensive in the book incompatible

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-4913346500469540042009-10-13T13:47:00.002-04:002009-10-13T14:17:47.029-04:00

Last night about 11:15PM, I emailed a 217 page, 67,303 word file to the publishing house. I finished the book - or, I finished it as much as I can tell it's finished. I've never done this kind of writing before or in this way.In my email to the production associate, I specifically asked her to email me to let me know she received the file okay. I heard nothing all morning. A few minutes ago, I

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Among other things:Being gracious while feeling very hurt.Understanding why people act put out and indignant (or ignore you) when you actually take them up on an offer. Projecting confidence.There are more. Lots more. But these are highlighting my week so far. And it's only Wednesday.Sigh.

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-34126864391940737142009-09-19T10:20:00.003-04:002009-09-19T11:05:20.154-04:00

Some days I think - no, I know - I don't fit in to this town.This morning at M's soccer game I observed several moms yelling - YELLING! - at their 9 year old sons for not making plays and for how they were guarding the goal and things like that. It wasn't pleasant to watch. I noticed, though, that the moms who were behaving like this were some of the more "popular" moms in town. Cliques do still

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-26224663142384035542009-09-13T20:30:00.003-04:002009-09-13T20:38:34.106-04:00

That would be me.On Friday, M had a little fiasco with frozen limeade concentrate. He decided, for unclear reasons, to take container of frozen limeade concentrate as his cool-pak for his lunch. At some point in the afternoon, the concentrate had melted sufficiently, and the tube was punctured, creating a really big mess.He came home, took his binder out, left it on the stairs and took the

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Soccer season started today. Sure, M was rained out, but C's game was on.C will be taller than me within days. Seriously. He's already taller than his dad, with bigger feet.This all means that soccer season was preceded by a trip to the sporting goods store for new soccer shorts AND new cleats.While we were there, I asked, "C? Do you, um, need a pair of compression shorts under those soccer

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-82595685308178345812009-09-02T14:00:00.002-04:002009-09-02T14:03:36.998-04:00

We've been busy with start of school stuff. Today was the first day for the boys.After several months of being deeply involved with this start time change issue, I've been as nervous for today as the kids. Apparently, in all my involvement, I wasn't communicating details well to the boys. C has been upset about the change because it will cut into his free time in the afternoon. (Interestingly, a

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-22074606731335133152009-09-01T22:47:00.004-04:002009-09-02T18:10:59.719-04:00

I listened to a great segment on this radio show this afternoon on the way home. As part of talking about anonymous online bookseller reviewers, there was one crack that such an anonymous review might say about George Eliot, "He writes like a girl!"Beyond the piece being generally funny, I appreciated the discussion about the type of person who comments anonymously on those sites, as if they, and

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-58385464214191206512009-08-27T15:31:00.001-04:002009-08-27T15:31:43.165-04:00

I think it was early 1979. Maybe March. I know I was in 6th grade.My father had some business to do in Washington, D.C., though I have no idea what. He did these trips a lot, some or other meeting related to something judicial or legal (obviously).This time Dad wanted to take me along, and after clearing it with school, I packed up my backpack and got on the plane with him.Dad took me all over

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-64870182625049895292009-07-28T22:27:00.003-04:002009-07-30T13:13:21.852-04:00

If it's not one thing, it's another. This town needs to grow up already.This time the coach of a very winning high school sports team has not had his contract renewed.The big sport in our town is - well, it's the same sport as a particular team at a southern school that a few years ago had to deal with an untrue allegation of very bad behavior. Yes, the accusation was found to be untrue, but that

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-62133339497068898832009-07-22T18:33:00.003-04:002009-07-22T18:41:18.799-04:00

M keeps asking to call and to see his friend P.I keep putting him off. Making excuses.Dead silence from A.

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There's a piece in the New York Times today about scars. I read it early this morning and I've been thinking about it most of the day since, and mostly in context of C's scars from when he was sick. I love the bit in the piece about scars being "signposts of optimism."As I've written, he's had some difficulty in accepting his scars in the past. For years he wouldn't talk about it, hid it, and the

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-53452608469249040642009-07-14T13:55:00.003-04:002009-07-14T14:09:14.953-04:00

Hubby and I were out to dinner last night, and decided to walk around the small town a little afterward, peering into the windows of the closed shops.In the window of a children's shop was prominently displayed a baby onesie printed or appliqued to look like a zebra-print bikini. I kid you not.It was so utterly tasteless and so wrong on so many levels. We became more and more disturbed the more

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-62233728281396221202009-07-13T16:27:00.001-04:002009-07-13T16:29:16.856-04:00

So as of this afternoon, I'd say that this book thing may not happen after all. That's okay.They contacted me in early June about this, and I put together an outline. They came back with some edits and wanting more detail. I gave that to them. Today they sent me an outline that they want me to fill out that is completely different in tone from what they first said they were looking for.I wrote

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-25887583516469794722009-07-09T14:13:00.004-04:002009-07-13T16:29:49.726-04:00

If you are going to go to the school committee meeting and start screaming about lack of ethics and threaten legal action, you'd better be sure that your name can't be tied to leaving behind several partial cadavers (in a freezer, thankfully) in an office when the company you led went bankrupt.Just sayin'.

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-789780354507611732009-07-01T16:47:00.001-04:002009-07-01T16:49:08.892-04:00

My sister has requested my friendship on Facebook.God help me.

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-29858841515777685952009-07-01T09:39:00.002-04:002009-07-01T09:53:52.731-04:00

I had another phone meeting with a publishing house today. We're tweaking my outline and probably going to contract stage next week. 55,000 words by mid-October. In addition to my regular job, and a few other things I have going on.I am utterly terrified.I was approached about a month ago about writing a book about parenting. Kind of a "what the regular parenting books won't tell you" first five

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-551081921876686732009-06-25T18:26:00.002-04:002009-06-25T18:35:29.582-04:00

Much happening, not much time for writing. Later.But there were some humorous bits in the police log.Sunday June 146:38 p.m. Caller reports blown transformer on fire on W______ Street. Utilities notified. 6:51 p.m. 911 call to report power out. Officer informed caller that 911 is for emergency only.[I guess it's all in how you say it. Same issue: one thanked, the other chastised.]Wednesday

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-81832647525798066582009-06-19T08:12:00.002-04:002009-06-19T08:27:11.251-04:00

Many doing at the police station this week. The selectmen have overturned the town manager's decision not to renew the police chief's contract. We're learning that a recently elected selectman (by an extremely narrow margin) does indeed have an agenda. People are taking sides. I want to just stay out of the way.Thursday June 48:15 a.m. Investigation of suspicious acts directed to gas station

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-90941290530778435442009-06-19T07:59:00.000-04:002009-06-19T08:00:36.904-04:00

Someday I will tell C what an asshole he's being to me right now.Adolescents suck.

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-80452011888206140892009-06-17T16:28:00.002-04:002009-06-17T16:31:37.215-04:00

I had an interesting conversation this afternoon. With a project editor at a publishing house.So, um, I'm writing a table of contents and a sample chapter for a book proposal.Oh. My. God.Not a done deal by any stretch, but it's interesting it's gotten this far.Gulp.

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-18834374181379394502009-06-11T16:08:00.002-04:002009-06-11T16:21:59.223-04:00

...for the police log, that is. Oh, we had the now expected animal issues - dogs, raccoons, horses, swans. The Animal Control Officer is working overtime, it seems.The police station itself is a hot mess, however. The chief's contract is not being renewed, letters and such are being "leaked" all over the place, and there are lots of accusations going back and forth in the comments section of the

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Hubby just called to tell me that C's surgeon, Dr. G, the one who saved his life twice, has left the hospital for other endeavors. I'm suddenly kinda choked up.Of course people move on to new things, and it's unrealistic to think they will stick around forever, but it was a comforting feeling knowing those incredibly skilled hands were right there if we ever needed them again - though hoping all

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It's amazing sometimes what life throws at you. If you had told me that I'd have to deal with some recent stuff, I likely would not have believed you.My family is all physically okay, thank goodness. We still are sorting out emotional fallout from the thing with S and that friend, mostly for M and me. A is not allowing P and M to see each other, and she's shutting me out firmly. On some levels, I

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-89060749619034637812009-06-04T10:34:00.000-04:002009-06-04T10:35:28.858-04:00

Friday May 223:03 p.m. Party reports two youths took two bags of cans from the transfer station. Officer dispatched to residence.[We like our trash, and we don't like anyone stealing our trash. If you steal our trash, we'll call the police so we can have our trash back!]Saturday, May 2310:02 p.m. State DPW truck with lights flashing and no one around reported. State DPW notified.[Sounds about

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And now back to the whole school start time issue.My town is mentioned in an analysis piece in the latest Journal of the American Medical Association. Seriously.:-D

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-62792206488487561202009-06-02T09:20:00.000-04:002009-06-02T09:21:33.296-04:00

I met A at the local Chinese restaurant last night to talk. It was hard, but good. She is taking this very seriously.She gave me a letter D had written. D apologized for being in a room with the door closed with S, but not the rest of it. It's a start, I guess.A is trying to get an urgent appointment with a therapist - one I recommended a few weeks ago, actually. D and his dad, J, have a

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-58175179753812723282009-06-01T11:53:00.003-04:002009-06-01T12:03:27.127-04:00

We have these friends - family friends. A, the mom, and I are good friends. We walk together regularly. J, the dad, is a pal, too. P, their younger son, is M's best friend. A is also M and P's Cub Scout leader. D is their other son, a little older. He's a grade behind C. C and D are buds when their are together, but not friends on their own. D and P are like S's other brothers. She loves them

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-48474274643590598722009-05-27T07:43:00.002-04:002009-05-27T08:01:07.490-04:00

It's been less than 24 hours since our president announced his nominee for the United States Supreme Court. I knew she'd be subject to attacks, often ridiculous ones - and they have only just begun. God bless anyone for being willing to step into that spotlight.What is more incredulous to me is right wing supposedly "horrified" that this woman has left-leaning tendencies. Just what did they

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-75677125051190539932009-05-26T15:19:00.001-04:002009-05-26T15:22:40.219-04:00

I started out by writing, "It's been quite a couple of days." But that was almost a week ago. Unlike Panthiest Mom, I really haven't lost any days. I've experienced all of them quite fully. It's just that I am exhausted, and the summer is just starting.First the funny stuff. This seems totally incongruous to me. This totally homophobic organization...has a cake decorating patch.Last Wednesday

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Aside from the usual "suspicious car" entries, the most recent police log included these items:Saturday, May 82:43AM 911 caller reports possible bonfire. Fire department reports just light reflection off pond.Tuesday, May 126:22PM Caller on A_____ Avenue reports four cows in the road. Animal control officer notified.Wednesday, May 137:16PM Caller from C_______ Street reports two fishermen in the

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-7240977926826856962009-05-15T11:18:00.001-04:002009-05-15T11:19:42.066-04:00

"Possible fill-in sitter, you are fired even before you started. Please learn basic communication skills.""Surgical shoe covers over stiletto sandals. In the building cafeteria. It's a look.""Self-righteous pronouncements about your 'research' to people who are actual experts in the field make you look like an idiot. FYI."

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-85005713336813575042009-05-13T07:32:00.001-04:002009-05-13T07:34:56.315-04:00

When I was young - 10 or 11 - my mother told me I was an accident. Not unplanned, not a surprise. "Accident" was the word she used. While I was not surprised by this revelation as she hadn't shown much interest in me, really, it was hurtful.My relationship with my mother is complex and often like walking on egg shells. We are not close. I never know what is going to set her off. A few times over

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-29012153397987474872009-05-11T15:10:00.002-04:002009-05-11T15:14:21.100-04:00

Mother's Day was a fairly uneventful day. My teenager was in classic teenage form - grumpy from the get-go. M still very swollen from his surgery and slightly subdued, wanted to be close to me most of the day and tried his best to make my day nice. S was alternately lovey and crabby. Who knows why. Hubby was working.I didn't expect much from the day, really. It was beautiful outside and I thought

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-51422654177222162972009-05-09T20:16:00.001-04:002009-05-09T20:17:46.546-04:00

After falling into bed mentally and physically exhausted - both M and me! - I woke up this morning rather pissed off. As much as I think the surgeon is a good technician, We were not properly informed of what the aftermath/recovery from M's surgery would be or could be. Had I known this, I would have fought the insurance company tooth and nail to have had the procedure done in the OR. The main

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"He might be a little disoriented or agitated upon emerging from anesthesia," she said, "It won't last very long."M had that extra tooth removed this morning. After a fight with insurance over how much anesthesia they would cover, it was done in one of the clinic procedure rooms rather than the OR.The procedure itself went fine, and we have the extra tooth with us now. It's a little thing,

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While not quite as good as last week's entry, I did laugh at this in this week's police log:Tuesday12:27 p.m. Car loads of youth reported in area of beach.---------------------------------------------------wakeupandsmellthecoffee tagged me yesterday.1. What are your current obsessions?The daily sudoku puzzle. I used to be obsessive about knitting. Given the amount of yarn I have around, I *need*

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It's been a while since I mentioned anything about the local police log. It's been very much the usual stuff.Today, however, brought this tidbit:Friday, 10:45 PMCaller reports playing with handcuffs, unable to remove from wrist. Officer assisted.

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There's a quote printed in today's (print) paper by a semi-local, very rude comic. It reads, "Men have three things in their heads at all times: sex, sandwiches, and blowing stuff up."As I read it, I laughed. Then I read it aloud to my hubby.Hubby: There's 33% of that quote that is debatable.Me: You mean the 'sandwiches' part?

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Baseball season starts tonight with M. C starts Saturday, as does S.Also on Saturday morning, we start our annual Tball coffee sales efforts (for the walk for the hospital that treated C). When C emailed the Tball organizers a couple months ago, he asked if his sister S could be on a Tball team that always plays at the field at which we sell coffee. (There are four sites around town where games

Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11118404372102239756noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35058917.post-2274814578475808252009-04-24T15:50:00.002-04:002009-04-24T16:05:48.646-04:00

I'd like to say this is the last time I will write on this whole sleep time issue. Let's be realistic, though: it's not. Comments about it will continue in some form or another, I am sure, for months to come. I may be on a transition committee.Anyway, a woman I have been working with a little on this (I contributed some very simple research on civil twilight, sunrise and bus schedules to the

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In the years that we have been giving mobiles to the PICU on the anniversary of C's illness, it's been my hubby that's done it. He's the one who has called H and J and L (our favorite pediatric critical care nurses) and taken in the mobile along with a card and a photo of A.I've been back to the PICU twice. Once on May 23, 2003 (the day my dad died, as it happens), and once on September 15, 2003

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I had an email conversation with my college roommate this morning.L and I were roommates sophomore year, about the time hubby and I started seeing each other, and hubby and I having met due to L and her then boyfriend, now hubby, R. We were good friends, though not BFFs or anything. After our roommate year, we actually didn't see much of each other junior or senior year as there'd been a falling

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Hubby was kind enough to let me sleep in a little this morning. After coming downstairs around 9 and getting some coffee, I was just sitting on the couch, trying to wake up when this exchange occurred.M: Mom, are you tired?Me: Yeah, I am still a bit tired.M: Because you look really tired.Me: Um...M: You have dark bags under your eyes.Me: Huh.M: (Pulling his own cheeks downward) Yeah, they go down

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C came home from school today and said, "Hey, Mom! Happy Tax Day!"And I said, "Hey, C! Happy day Dr. G cut out part of your lung!"Then we both laughed.

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A few months ago, hubby was looking for something to read to M.(Hubby has been the boys' designated reader for years, reading to them really great stuff. Hobbit and LOTR trilogy by Tolkien, entire Swallows and Amazon series by Ransome, Iliad, Odyssey, Beowolf, Moby Dick and more. Seriously.)Hubby has this set of books that was his maternal grandfather's. They were printed almost 100 years ago, I

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I was just watching the ER finale. I used to watch it almost religiously. But after C was sick, I just couldn't. I was too familiar with what they were doing when they acted out intubating patients, chest compressions, placing chest tubes and various other procedures. It was at least three years before I could even watch a glimmer of the show - it's too realistic. This is actually the first time

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As of today I am the mother of a teenager.I don't even know where to start with that.

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