Friday, May 28, 2010

two years

I started blogging two years ago this week.

It's been a hell of a ride. Thank you all for sharing it with me.

This is not my swan song, nor is it a retrospective.

If you've been following me for any length of time, you know that if one thing happens in my life, that several things will follow in short order. It's been a calm and peaceful few months, and I've been grateful for that. But things are a-stirring again.

My new puppy was a bit too much dog for a small townhouse, so I found him a great adoptive home. Two days after he left me, I rescued a tiny kitten who was crying under the bushes outside my work(a day care center). Her name is Jake.  The kids at the day care wanted the same name as the day care and this was a compromise. She's a female ginger tabby - most ginger tabbies are male, which is why she ended up being called Jake. I refuse to change it. She'll be gender-neutral very soon anyways. And the name suits her - she's a combination of purr monster and little hellion.

Last weekend (Victoria Day weekend in Canada, fondly known as May 2-4), the girl and I took on a smallish project in the house and started painting the two rooms I hadn't painted before I moved in. The object, in part, was to create a better writing space for me, but also to give Emily a larger, brighter room. She's 6. Ergo, the room is pink. It took longer than we thought. We ran out of paint and couldn't get more because of the holiday. While the painting is done, my bedroom still holds the contents (considerable) of my office bookshelves and various paraphernalia that does not yet have a home.

 In the middle of our painting weekend, Emily decided that it was time to get the chicken pox. Trauma. And spots and itching, and sore throat and sleepless nights. I was reminded that shared custody does not always translate to shared responsibility, as the ex was adamant that he would not care for her during his oh-so-precious working hours. Apparently my working hours are less important. On the day in question, my oldest was taking a first aid course, and I was scheduled for my weekly ten-hour day. The ex was working at home that day. I ended up taking most of the day off- I was tired of arguing, and I want what`s best for Emily. The simple fact that she is sick and needs someone to look after her seemed to escape her father.

The day I was home with Emily was the day my grandmother passed away. She was almost 99. She had a long, full, and wonderful life. I am grateful to have shared so much time with her, but I am sad that she is gone.

My rooms are unfinished, my kid is still scratching, and there are sad funeral plans for this weekend. I was supposed to go to Michigan for Ferron`s birthday weekend - obviously that won`t be happening, and it`s okay. I`ll be at the Fen another time. Instead, I will be surrounded by family and rememberances.

And on Sunday The Girl is whisking me away for a little day trip to Niagara-on-the-Lake. It`s exactly what I need.



Anonymous said...

Sounds hectic. I hope your daughter feels better. I am also sorry to hear about your grandma. Enjoy your relaxing trip with your girl, sounds like you need it.

Solo Homo said...

Though busy, you seem to be handling this all in stride. Niagara sounds nice!

Avril Fleur said...

Again, so sorry about your Oma. She was a lovely lady I know her presence will be greatly missed by many, many people for many years to come.

Kalisis Rising said...

So much going on...I read along regularly, but for some reason can't comment from my BB, so they have to wait until I can find time on my little laptop.

Anyway, sounds like lots of stuff and it seems that you're keeping your footing, that even keel that is so elusive so often. Good for you.

I hope you're having a blast with The Girl right.this.second. :)

Making Space said...

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thrilled that you get to be whisked away soon from the other stuff.

Sending love and light to you and yours.

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry about the chicken pox and your loss. Yes, good to get away soon!

kym said...

So sorry to hear of your loss. 99 years old, wow, what a long wonderful life to have lived.

A nice day at Niagra will boost your spirits. The wife and I are actully going to be vacationing there first week of July but on the New York side.