Thursday, February 23, 2012

Thursday February 23

Yet another blog post with the date as a title. I've really all but given up at this point, haven't I?

Work has been going well. A few weeks back I mentioned that the store was getting a new owner and how I was a bit worried about what that would mean for me. As it turns out, I shouldn't have worried because things have been wonderful. The transition has been going quite smoothly and I genuinely enjoy working for the person who signs my paycheck. My main complaint about my old boss was that she didn't like to delegate. She did everything and we, the sales folks, were just there to sell. That's all well and good but it didn't take long for the challenge to be gone and my personal satisfaction in my work to disappear. But the new owner loves to dole out tasks and has even let some of us have a hand in purchasing merchandise for the store, something that was completely unheard of before. Not only do I love having a say about what comes in the store but just learning some of the behind the scenes stuff makes my job so much more interesting and the work day go by so much quicker.

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Right now the girl is outside playing in the green space across from my apartment. She's playing with three other little girls from her class and as I look out my window all I can see is pink. They're all wearing pink and dressing dolls and stuffed characters in pink baby clothes. I'm really getting sick of that color but I'm trying to enjoy it while I can because I'm sure that sooner than I would like she'll be wanting to abandon her beloved pink in favor of more mature colors.

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My son has a lot of female friends. Not girlfriends, but friends who are girls. Apparently these girls are drawn to my son because he's a "good listener." These gals come to the apartment and sit for hours and go on and on with their inane chatter and my son just quietly listens. (Of course when I try to tell him something, it's all I can do to get him to pop his ear buds out of his ears.) Anyway, last week one of these gals had a birthday party---a sleepover birthday party. And my son was invited. Seriously, is this a thing? Because my son tried, unsuccessfully, to tell me that it's quite common now a days for friends of the opposite sex to sleepover at one another's homes. I suppose it might be different if I was actually friends with this gals parents and could be assured that there would be the STRICTEST of supervision, but they work, I work, so I pretty much know nothing about them. So, yeah, there will be no co-ed sleepovers in the near future for the boy.

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We recently bought a new iMac. Our beloved Old Wheezy just couldn't keep up with the needs of our family anymore. But the Mac, it's amazing. Interesting side note: The Mac costs more than twice the amount of what my car cost.

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I have book club this Sunday, we'll be discussing The Lace Reader. I liked it, didn't love it. Maybe I'll write about it after book club. I have no idea what our next book is but I've taken the advice of everyone on the planet and am reading The Hunger Games. It's intense.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Dolls

I've been wanting to share these plump and lovely ladies with you:
These were made for me by my friend Kim who one day recently decided she wanted to learn embroidery.

So she did.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Friday

Yesterday I was walking home from the elementary school when I fell in step with another woman also headed in my direction. She's a woman I recognize and have chatted with before but I wouldn't say that we're friends. Just friendly. I don't even know her name.

Anyway, as we're walking along she begins to tell me about her money problems. She mentions job hunting, food stamps, and not being able to pay her bills. Then, clearly embarrassed, she confessed that last week she awoke to the sound of her car being repossessed.

I consider myself a fairly good judge of character and I can usually quickly spot what a persons intentions are. This woman wasn't telling me all this to get sympathy-or anything else-from me. She just needed to talk.

We continued walking and she continued talking, eventually walking passed her own house. We stopped in front of my apartment and I waited as she finished getting it all of her chest. After a while, the conversation reached a natural stopping point, we said our goodbyes, and she headed back home.

I'm not sure why this woman chose me to hear her plight. Maybe, as Peggy said last year when something similar happened to her, it was just easier for this woman to talk to me because I'm not in her usual circle of friends.

Whatever the reason, I was glad I was there to listen.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Thursday

I'm in the process of making a blanket for our bed. I honestly don't know how I would unwind before learning crochet. The process is just so relaxing and mind clearing. Blankets are quickly becoming my favorite thing to crochet. I like the thought of my hands creating something that keeps someone warm. It makes me feel like a god. Plus, it's something I can do while watching movies.

Jay and I have been watching so many good movies lately: Catfish, Never Let Me Go, and It's Kind of a Funny Story. Never Let Me Go was perfect and almost exactly like the book. Up next is Everything Must Go, a Will Ferrell drama, which could either be great or awful, we'll see. Then I have The King's Speech, which has been recommended to me by numerous people, one of whom was Lucy's speech teacher.

The meeting at Lucy's school went really well. I'm still so amazed at how supportive and helpful everyone is. I wonder how things would be different if we were still living in Florida. At the meeting I expressed my frustration over not being able to find any good books about stuttering. The speech teacher agreed with me and said that stuttering is the oldest known speech disorder but also the least documented. I would love to read a book written by the parent of a stutterer, someone who dealt with the same issues and feelings that I'm dealing with. I may have to write my own damn book.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Sunday

Isn't that a gorgeous Lemon Tart? I can't take credit for it though. The long haired hippie baker at Whole Foods made it. But I had to post a picture because it's so damn lovely.

I'm going to a retirement party for my boss tonight and I was asked to bring a dessert type thing. Her retirement is somewhat bittersweet (and the source of the work weirdness I alluded to last week.) She's suffering from some health issues and decided that it would be in the best interest of the store to step aside, so she's in the final stages of selling the business. The new owner seems wonderful and my job is safe so when looking at the big picture, I don't have a lot of worries. But it's just another change I'll have to deal with. I've known about the impending changes since early December, but the reality and the sadness of the situation really didn't hit me until recently.

As I was checking out of Whole Foods, the long haired hippie cashier (there is a surprising amount of hair at this particular grocery store) asked if I was going to a Super Bowl party. I chuckled and said, "No, I'd be totally out of place at a Super Bowl party." He smiled and said, "Not with a cake like this."

Who knew that fancy lemon tarts were the secret to popularity?