Yesterday was such strange day. Within seconds of Teddy Roosevelt finally winning a president’s race I lost one of my jobs.
I have no idea why I had so much emotional energy invested in a fake race that is run by people dressed up as dead presidents after the fourth inning of National’s games, but I did.
Yesterday I was shocked by what people will say on Facebook during an actual Presidential debate. I am not sure why it surprises me that my friends who almost failed out of high school yell ignorant things indignantly or that they spell them incorrectly, but it does.
Yesterday, my daughter, who couldn’t put her finger on exactly what she wanted to be for Halloween brought great joy to my heart when she decided that a long black and silver wig, a long black dress and corpse paint should do the trick.
I don’t know why I am continually shocked by her cynicism or her sarcasm or her love for music that is probably terrifying to most 8-year-olds. She is just like her parents.
On a related note, does anyone know where I can find a long black dress in a girls size 8?
I haven’t slept at my house since July. It is by my own doing. Instead of moving we have chosen to tear up this house and make it a place we want to live. We have a great place to stay with people who love us and the construction is going very well. This place is going to be lovely and we will have much more usable space when we are done. I will even have my own office where I can write in peace, you know, for all of those posts I don’t have to write anymore because I no longer have that job.
It is absolutely okay. I can get another job. We can stay with my in-laws for another three weeks or six weeks or eight weeks if we have to. We are welcome and comfortable and sometimes my mother-in-law even does our laundry, which is awesome, but living away from home is hard both physically and emotionally. Leaving the house an hour early to drive the kids home to school each day is wearing on us. I can see my kids’ stress signals, my daughter is chewing on her hair again and my son keeps talking baby talk and crawling into our bed at night. We are all a little snippy.
Yesterday I watched the debate and thought, I already knew where you both stood on healthcare and taxes. I already knew that everybody likes education. When can we bring the rest of our soldiers home? Isn’t the war what is really so expensive?
What if we took a quarter of the money spent on political campaigns this year and put that toward education or healthcare? That could solve some of our problems.
Do they talk about the middle class so much because most people, regardless of their actual income, consider themselves middle class? Like how people aged 30 – 69 all think of themselves as middle aged? Is the assumption that all the rich people will automatically vote for Romney and all of the poor people will cast their ballots for Obama and the middle class are the undecideds?
And do people really still believe that Barack Obama is Muslim?
These are strange days indeed. The Washington Nationals are going to the playoffs with the best record in the league. I can almost see the white horse from here.
Two days ago my cousin lost his wife. She died in her sleep. We don’t know what happened. They also have an eight-year-old daughter. She no longer has a mother and nobody can even say why. Things don’t make sense anymore.
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Just when everything seems horrible something happens to make you remember that life is good – the silver lining part. I had stopped writing this post after that last line unsure of how to continue. I checked my e-mail and there was a message from a man I hadn’t talked to in a few weeks. Over the summer he and I (and several other people from my neighborhood) formed a Rolling Stones tribute band to play a party at our pool. The band was amazing and all of my backup singer dreams were fulfilled. It may sound silly to you, but after singing classical music for 20 years it was fun to get back to rock and roll.
The e-mail said that they were scheduling dates to play out at a bar. Again, this might sound weird, but playing out at a bar is literally on my life list. It is true. It is right between “appear in a documentary” and “see an opera at La Scala”.
This in no way makes up for the death of a family member. I don’t want you to think that I am shallow or heartless. I am just saying that life has a way.
A while back a friend told me that she was pregnant. It was early. She was excited, but they weren’t telling everyone yet. I hadn’t heard anything else for a few months. I was scared to ask about it. I know far too many people (myself included) who lost babies early on. I have learned my lesson.
Today, I got an e-mail and the baby is healthy and everything looks good.