Well, it's almost halfway through October, and judging from the number of posts, everyone is busy! I personally think we should have a re-do on September, not least of which would be returning sunrise to before 8 a.m., but...when that happens in November, it's going to be so dark that my weekend job will involve swishing out the outside dog kennels in darkness! (As a Certified Night Owl, this is by far the better option!)
Apparently my husband has some flattening of the spinal cord in the back of his neck as a result of his twisting injury six weeks ago. After several apparent re-injuries, he seems to be getting better, to the point of overdoing it on the violin again. (This morning he told me that if he is caught with his violin out again today, that I must stop him.) I turned backed the car into the driveway and turned around in the circle so he doesn't have to turn his neck driving today, and for the first time i weeks he is not being driven by me. I just came off three long days at the vet (up to 15 dogs and ten cats at one time) and tomorrow we visit the neurologist in the Big City, which could wipe out one of my two days of lessons in the next town over, which leaves one day to go to work on the mountain and back to the vet, plus a wedding gig on Saturday afternoon. So it's actually not that surprising that I feel like it's September, but NOT the one from the Fantasticks: "Try to remember the kind of September"...I would have liked that very much!
So, the house is a wreck. I have a large basket (two loads) of Yana's clothes (because of staffing shortages at work, she has worked up to 17 days in a row...laundry is the least I can do to help her), a hamper of Lilah's of which I was unaware until last night, because it was in "her" room here...she spent the weekend hanging out with husband and going through a nature book and a chemistry book (see pic below), academic brainwashing is everpresent at our house...I even lent her a violin because she forgot hers.
I just downloaded this:
which goes well with one of my reading projects, which features a "Cemetario de los libros olvidades" (Zafon)...
Last night a cold damp wind blew in, 40F by morning. This summer there were just a couple of days in the summer when I had to work fast to keep the dogs (at the vet) from getting overheated outside...in the winter mornings (especially the mornings) the small dogs and the short furred dogs get a walk outside and then they get to stay inside. Barking. And maybe another walk outside after the Malamutes and German Shepherds and Scotties come in...
Husband found that a Tracfone that we purchased years ago, that Son no longer uses still has 3000 minutes and service until 2022. So he bought a refurbed basic phone for ten bucks and we will join the families where everyone has a phone. (We live in this place that mostly doesn't have service, so it hasn't seemed that pressing: no service at work, no service between towns. And apparently customs can seize your phone and copy your contacts. So this seems perfect...a ten dollar phone with nothing on it. Maybe it will even be here in time for our city visit tomorrow. Son, who borrowed the car yesterday to go to the endo in the Big City, left a GPS unit attached to the windshield so that we will not have his experience of missing his exit (closed due to construction) and getting to appt 30 min late. At least he had GPS, in addition to maps mom had provided, totally useless! (I know the Big City a lot better than he does, but still...absolutely terrifying picking up husband at airport the other day, lanes all different levels, pitch dark, traffic cones everywhere, no stripes in lanes, and big truck snorting on my tail honking...turned right onto arterial rather than risk the wrest of the way to the Wretched Interstate.) The good news is that Son got along fine with the endo, who was not horrified by his inability to log his insulin etc. and has a followup appointment in two weeks, and is on track to getting the closed loop insulin pump that Minimed now sells. He has only expressed an interest in Doing What Must Be Done, medically speaking, that most people his age do not have t do, in the past couple of years...I am so relieved. Finally.)
So, anyway...just got call from Zela...it turns out that a lot of her fellow art students are taking nursing classes. She's talked about being a CDE for years (diabetes educator), I see that could be in her future. So far neither of her two nanny enquiries in SF have yielded an interview, although one had requested a telephone interview but did not follow up. At this time she is hanging out with a friend in Portland while she does the last minute stuff needed to get herself, her knitting machine, and 800 bucks worth of yarn, plus her sax, across the country for the next few months. (I got her the nonstop late night returning planes to SF for the morning flight east ticket, for $184. And she got bloodwork at her old doc's office. NOW, for HER upgrade insulin pump stuff...not yet, but soon mom can get that figured out. Maybe. Of course I did tell her that if she had come "home" (where mom and dad are) that it would have been quite easy. But.
RE: Miranda's observation about her kids academic trajectories with regard to each other: my eldest was the only one to go to public high school and he became intensely peer bonded within a few weeks there. If we had not moved to a small town with a very close knit and supportive school for the last two years of high school, I doubt that he would have graduated. While in school there, he did invite us to a parent evening and his graduation; we had not been welcome to his orchestra concerts or any school function while in Maine. He got a degree in history with a minor in botany and has occasionally entertained plans for graduate school (in botany) but at this time he seems to be enjoying his lot as a mechanic.
Zela's path did not intersect his at all, although they are very close. She spent a couple of years in her room as a teen, working on art and connecting with online art communities, venturing out only for the music groups she played in. Then she showed her sketchbook to the art department head (waiting for a music group one day, fine arts in the same building) and was invited to take studio classes, one for each of three semesters. During that time she learned to drive, got lifesaving certification, went off to work at a summer camp and a municipal pool, and somehow got herself accepted to art college, with major accommodations for dyslexia, after all of the deadlines had passed. She graduated last spring, spent the summer as counselor as a Friends Camp (she's not a Quaker, but often goes to meeting), and is now seeking her fortune for the next six months in San Francisco. As my sisters did.
The youngest was always into the outdoors and horses and animal rescue...she bottle fed dozens of kittens for the Humane Soceity, she worked for the vet (my job now), and now she works for the Humane Society. She bought a used car at 16, got a full time job before she turned 18 (this effectively "skipping" any semblance of a senior year in high school), moved out and into a trailer in a nearby town (followed by a casita, and this month will be moving into a small house) a few weeks after she turned 18. Zela has tried to interest Yana in art (thinks she would be a good fit at her college), and I've offered her more singing lessons and choir (she was invited by prof, but has no time now)...but at this time her whole world is animal rescue.
So, other than the fact that our kids are all interesting people who all have a great more independence and competence than I did at their ages, I can't find any common threads of influence, don't think that their adults paths and interests cross that much. (When they were little, we spent most of our time together and did a lot of interesting (at least the parents thought so) things...our kids did see that there was always plenty going on and that their parents did very different things, and that some of what they did led to inter-family conflict, like my habit of rescuing cats. At this time we live with four dogs (plus Yana's two most days) and seven cats (of which four were Yena's rescue kittens, one was an adult adopted by Zela, and two were Yana's fosters) but because we are no longer living in an uninsulated dark falling apart house with stinking carpet onsite at work, we coexist very nicely. Especially because some of the cats prefer to live outside when the weather agreeable to them. (Although there are no plans to replace ALL of the cats when they pass on...)