Today it’s cool and rainy, a gentle rain. Vancouver weather. But yesterday was warm and sunny though remarkably lacking in excessive oppressive humidity, and I took Eric for a long long walk while remaining in contact with Nathaniel and Serena via our new handy walkie-talkies, which we had tested in various scenarios to know just how far I could be away from the house comfortably. We know now that the walkie-talkies work, for instance, from a diner a mile or so away and from the fire station also, because we’ve on more than one occasion received surprising transmissions from random people at those locations. Nathaniel even had a lengthy conversation from some girl at the diner once. I heard him asking her if she played Runescape. That’s one way to find a girlfriend, I guess.
So it was nice and sunny, and I responsibly applied sunscreen to Eric before we left.
Last night when I went to bed the first time I didn’t notice anything unusual about myself in the mirror. Nor the second time, after some insomnia issues (hello? green tea in the evening? no thank you!), at 4-something am. Yet at 6-something am when I had to get up, there they were: the traces of the tank top I wore yesterday, standing out in sharp red relief to the pale skin that had been underneath it.
Nathaniel is excited about doing more around the house. [I know! How did this happen??! Simple: I made a list of the things I do and then told him he was free to choose items from the list, no pressure. Matthew is brill.] He chose to do the cat litter box. Well, hello! No problem there! This morning he was reluctant to apply peanut butter to a hot toasted bagel and promised to do the cat box instead. I will take a trade like that any day. Not holding my breath, though: breakfast is over and the cats are still desperately trying to cover stuff up in their box. Like scratching on the outside of the box will help.
So in three days I’m supposed to be going to Chicago for BlogHer. Except I’m having trouble getting too excited about it since I still don’t know what the children will be doing. Their dad is scheduled to work despite knowing for 2 months about my plans, and they’ve never stayed with anyone else and I’m not yet sure how I feel about the neighbor who watched them last Thursday while I was having so much fun at the courthouse. Plus! I found out that I am scheduled to appear at some events that require me to wear a dress! And heels! Neither of which I own. So I am in a mild I-need-to-shop panic, and it almost seems useless to shop for something I won’t wear again for a year until the next BlogHer event.
So…I’m trying to psych myself up for this. Ideas? Or is it my usual pre-new-situation jitters? Which as I recall I had before I went to Twin Oaks, and look what happened there?
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