Some of my readers and my favorite haunts will no doubt have noticed my recent relative absence. While I am still (mostly) faithfully blogging about six times a week, I have visited almost none of my favorite people and places since before Labor Day. The broken connections feel like a gut punch to someone as wrapped up in Bloggywood as I am, and yet Capital L Life will not be ignored and must be appeased.
A lot has happened in the last several weeks. Sparky started kindergarten in early August. Both girls began ballet and tap classes a month later (for which their hair must be restrained in tight chignon in the morning, I'm learning). We moved into my childhood home Labor Day weekend, although we haven't finished moving out of the old house because THERE ARE PEOPLE CAMPING IN IT. ACK! I need a sedagive. The tap water in the kitchen smelled strongly of sulphur for a couple of days; there was a significant leak in the cold water hookup to the washer. The garbage disposal staged a three-day pout and then magically fixed itself. We had no phone service for two weeks, no satellite for three weeks, and no mail for no reason I could name . . . but it's all fixing itself, as these things tend to do.
One trip to the vet, one trip to the pediatrician, three excursions to furniture stores later, and all is (mostly) well here at Casa Foolery, formerly Squalor Holler on the Pushing Water Ranch.
But there was a significant detail I couldn't share until today.
(Photo stolen from these guys)
One of my two bosses is retiring. Though my coworker and I were officially informed the other day -- Thursday, was it? -- it hasn't been a well-kept secret. Uncertainties abounded. Will the agency continue? If it continues, will I still have a job? Should I have left a long time ago? Can I do better? Will the new version of my work world present even better opportunities for me than before?
So many questions. And in the midst of it all, a job application -- not because I went looking, but an opportunity presented itself and I had to give it a shot. I have heard nothing as yet, but am hoping to get an interview. It's not that I want to leave this job, and it's not that I don't. It's a chance to better serve my family and our bottom line, so of course I will try.
Today the news of my boss's imminent departure reached our radio and TV reps, who are our first associates in the world of advertising. Clients are calling to wish my boss well, ad reps are wistful, things are weird. Weird but good. It feels so good to be able to SAY something.
So, while I'm still too busy for my own good, and my toilets STILL need cleaning, I'm expecting to be able to exhale soon. I almost never blog about work, because for the most part it isn't professional to do so. But this is an exception, this is okay.
I hope to be more available to visit some of my old favorite blogs, my growing interests, and my new finds. You are collectively my entertainment, my inspiration, and my friends, and I thank you for hanging in there with me as I adjust to multiple new realities.
Meanwhile? All I can come up with is the ridiculous stuff, sorry. Hang in there, baby -- it can only get better.