Hello. I haven’t blogged in quite some time. That’s because I decided not to blog until I had something awesome to report, and very little in the awesome category has happened to me in the last, um, so long I can’t even count it up. The one bright spot was my friend OBL’s visit to Seattle. I got to meet her and I got to meet Madhousewife, too. We tromped around downtown on a lovely day and were all relieved to discover that our internet friends turn out to be exactly who they claimed to be. This time. My elder teenager was somewhat scandalized that I was meeting people off the internet, but I lived to tell about it.
The next night, my husband and I took OBL to a somewhat pretentious (somewhat justifiably) restaurant and chatted about all manner of things and especially about writing, writing conferences, publishing (or not), and other topics I rarely get to talk about with anyone who cares. So that really was awesome.
Sadly, that’s the sum total of awesomeness for me. My current job situation: a handful of clients totaling not nearly enough work. Current prospects: As TV’s Frasier once said, Abe Lincoln’s future looked brighter when he picked up his tickets at the box office. Current writing/publishing efforts/prospects: nada. On the bright side, it’s just a few years ‘til menopause.
My kids are okay. Yesterday I took Tigger (who is hovering on the brink of 17) to visit a college about 80 miles from here that looks like an excellent fit, both academically and socially. Now Tig is excited about that school. Yay! And, Tigger will be testing for her driver’s license soon. In the meantime, she logged a lot of good freeway practice by driving all the way to and from the campus, including several minutes in a seriously torrential downpour. She kept her cool and we got home safely.
Little Bit, who is exactly 13.5 today, is all about music this year. Middle school is such an enormous snoozefest that her music classes (wind ensemble and jazz band) are the only things making it worthwhile to show up. But she loves the music—yay! She likes to listen to Simon and Garfunkel’s Concert in Central Park album, especially the rocking saxophone solo in Me and Julio Down By the Schoolyard. She also digs Glenn Miller. No hip hop! No dubstep!
So yeah, my kids are awesome, but I take no credit. Their greatness is their own.
I think I’ll go back to topical/political blogging, since it doesn’t depend on my happiness or lack thereof. And the possibilities are endless. What would you like me to rant about?