I am you know.
One of Tim's colleagues very recently learned that she won't have a job to come back to next year. She is a great kid -- I am an old lady by now and anybody who graduated from College in 2000 is a great kid -- and Tim was her mentor for her first year teaching here, so he feels a little more strongly about the whole thing than he might for somebody else.
So he told her I would look at her resume for her and give some ideas. And I am doing that. But ask yourself, do you really think I am just looking at it? No, of course not. I have taken it over. I am tweaking and suggesting and editing and having a ball. All for no money and really with very little concern for how B. is going to feel about having somebody overhaul her presentation of herself for the marketplace.
It's not that I don't care. I do care. I am working very hard to make her resume sparkle. But I think I've met her once. So on the other hand, there is a part of me that is very detached from the whole process. It's not personal, it's just something to do.
And that feels kinda pathetic.
Here are the things that are happening with me now:
The Metro, which should have been gone already, is causing trouble again. I think we have found a solution. Mike & Diana are going to take it and hopefully get it fixed up enough to drive Mike to work, which will save them some serious gas money. But in the process of figuring it all out, I think I have caused a major storm of stress at the Cannon household.
The Escort is back from being repaired, but I am confused about how so little damage could have cost so much and taken so long. Also there are several big paint dings in the hood, which I thought they had re-painted and now I am worried that they will start to rust under the paint and it will be worse than before. And we haven't seen what this whole thing is going to do to our premiums yet. I don't think it will be anything good.
Tim's job seems relatively safe, but it's all relative and up in the air. In the meantime, I am busy researching continuing ed stuff for him before his certificate expires and resenting the hell out of having to take care of this.
I just finished knitting the Guideposts sweater that I promised a friend I would do for the Guideposts project -- they donate hand-knit sweaters to kids who don't have anyone to knit for them, which is a great project, but I REALLY hated the pattern that Guideposts wants folks to use. It's knit up like a pair of T's that you then put together and end up with a kind of boat-neck sweater that's really too short in the sleeves and in the body. I hated doing it and I was thrilled to be done but then...
I was informed that I had at some point, apparently, agreed to help knit an afghan for Tim's grandparents in Mansfield. Tim's Aunt Mary, his cousin Laura and I think his cousin Corey, his mom and his sister and I are all knitting 12 squares that Laura will later put together to create an afghan that I can only assume is intended to compete in some world record event. I have to do three 12 inch squares and I hate the yarn. I hate the yarn that everyone else is using too. I hate the patterns I'm supposed to do-- I have all the lace and cables of course. And I hate most of all that I am stuck with another obligatory project -- following Mara's hat and scarf and mittens (all of which needed re-doing at least once), Marsha's hat, and the damned Guideposts sweater -- while Sarah has started the shawl she's knitting with Mountain Colors 4/8's wool in "Indian Corn," and Amy just finished her first sweater, which only took her about three months since she can knit whenever she wants. It looks great by the way. My SIL is definitely a knitting prodigy of some kind.
I think it's all worse because even the last thing I did for fun, the one that was supposed to be just for me in the yarn I wanted in the pattern I wanted and everything, ended up sucking, since the hat I made didn't look right on me and I ended up selling it to Myra in my knitting group (just to re-coup the price of the yarn -- Debbie Bliss Cashmerino -- which was too expensive to have bought in the first place). It looks great on Myra, so I did knit it well, but it was just on part with everything since even things I do well are not ending up the way I wanted them to. Right now I hate knitting. Except I don't. Which doesn't make any sense at all, but it really does go along with the rest of my life these days.
Okay, I am just full of resentment and I don't like it. Also, Mara has the flu.
Sigh. I hope your week is going better than ours....
I swear, I am going to change the name of this blog to the "Happy Birthday to all the people I know because I can't plan far enough ahead to actually get a card in the mail in a timely fashion" blog.
I hope you are having a splendiferous day with your folks!
Step up and say happy birthday to my 'nother sister!
I am sorry that it has taken me 'til the day was almost over to get this wish posted. I will say that I was distracted/otherwise made busy by Matthew's upset tummy (and resultant 12 nasty diapers) and Tim's let-me-demostrate-why-driving-between-two-schools-is-a-bitch "at fault" car crash. Since I know that part will make you worry, everyone is okay, the other guy's truck is virtually unmarked and our insurance will cover all but our $200 deductible. I am pretty sure that the other guy is not entirely blameless (given that he wanted to just leave the scene and not call the cops), but Tim got the ticket and it is the front of OUR car that's falling off, not the other guy's. In a fit of irony, or whatever, the guy who hit Tim was the father of one of his students. Luckily it's a one of the good kids. Or maybe not luckily. Who knows.
At any rate, I really meant to say Happy Birthday before now and this post kinda sucks now. So everybody join in please and help me wish my best lawyer pal, college roomie, and far-away-friend, the very happiest of birthdays!
Just keep telling yourself, "I'm 37, I'm not OLD!" I'm working on the t-shirts!