November 22, 2013
What’s Making Me Happy This Week:
- Fanny Flagg. Specifically in the form of The All-Girl Filling Station’s Last Reunion. I chuckled my way through a lot of this book.
- I will finish writing my NaNo novel tomorrow. Less than 5,000 words to go. And it’s finally taking some sort of form. Turns out to be about the daughters of various James Bond villains. I have to say, I did not know that when I started. I don’t usually just write and write and write with no clue of who the characters are (or at least who they’re supposed to be) or with no clue of where the plot is going (or at least where it’s supposed to be going). But this year, I used an online writing prompt generator. I have a long list of things that must be part of the story. And so I’ve just written along and suddenly realize I have a way to incorporate one of those things. I still have a few things to add, but I think that’s enough to keep me going until I hit 50,000 words. It’s been a lot of fun.
- Accreditation is done! Or at least out of my office. Everything went to the ACCME via FedEx today, so now we just sit and wait until our accreditation interview (site survey, whatever you want to call it) in March. Yes, it feels so good!
November 21, 2013
I was eating lunch today when someone knocked on my door. At first I thought it might be Courtney, but she usually says something. I’m guessing Connie must have told them I was there because they kept knocking. I got up to see who it was.
It was the person I emailed yesterday, the person who hadn’t heard yet, and one of her colleagues (who I also work with frequently). They told me that yesterday they were on the phone with each other, crying as they read my blog posts. They wanted to deliver their card in person.
It’s funny. Back when I started this journey, I thought about printing business cards with the URL for my blog on them. Then if anyone asked how things were going on the baby front, I could just give them the card and tell them they could read about it there. Maybe I should still do that. Then if anyone wants to know how I’m doing or hasn’t heard, I can just say, “Here. Go there. I’ve already told the story.”
November 20, 2013
One of the hardest things right now is that just when I think everyone knows what happened, someone doesn’t. And I get that voicemail about how they know I’ve been on maternity leave. Or that email asking whether I had a boy or a girl. And these are people I work with on a regular basis, so I have to answer. Somehow.
Today I emailed back to someone who was excited to ask whether I had a boy or a girl and wanted all the details now that I’m back from leave and a mama. I didn’t answer, not directly. I gave her a link to come here. So I don’t have to keep telling the story over. And over. And over again. And then I cried. I was doing okay up until that point.
And so it goes. I’m doing okay. And then I encounter someone who doesn’t know what happened. Who doesn’t know that instead of being in a bunting in her crib, Sofia is in a box on my dresser. (Wow, that sounds morbid. But you know what I mean. And she is. And I give her a kiss every morning before I leave for work.)
The sadness does pass, but each time this happens, the scab gets picked at. I know that the scab will someday be replaced with a scar. But all of this picking makes it a slow process.
P.S. The self-study binders have been assembled. Looks like I’ll get all of our accreditation materials shipped out this week! Woohoo!
P.P.S. If you think that PS makes this post seem a tad schizophrenic, well, now you know what my days are like!
November 19, 2013
I had the worst déjà vu this morning. I’m still a little sore, so I was in the bathroom taking a couple of acetaminophen while talking to my mom, who was in the kitchen. And I remembered having a dream in which this happened, back when I was pregnant.
I remember it being a weird dream. My mom was staying with me. But not because she was helping to take care of the baby. Something had happened. There was no baby. I was in the bathroom, taking a couple of acetaminophen, while talking to my mom, who was in the kitchen.
But it was just a dream, right? Just a weird, somewhat unsettling dream.
But it wasn’t. It’s, instead, a sad, unsettling reality.
November 18, 2013
After the unseasonable weather this weekend, things have returned to what November should be. It’s brisk and only quite breezy. (I should explain. When my niece – remember that she’s got a British accent – was about three, the window was cracked in the car as they were driving along. “It’s windy!” she complained. “It’s not windy,” she was told. “Oh. It’s quite breezy!” she said. Ever since, when there is wind of any sort, we’ve described it as “quite breezy.”)
At any rate, we survived the storm last night. My complex hardly got hit at all. There are even a few leaves left on the tree. My parents’ neighborhood, on the other hand, did not fare so well. Most of the neighborhood is without power, plus the power supply got torn from my parents’ house, so even when power is restored, they’ll still have to wait for their house to be reattached to the supply. Fortunately, they do have a generator, and it is working, so we don’t have to figure out how to fit everything in their fridge and freezers in mine. That also means I did not have company when I got home from work today. They won’t need to shower at my place. My dad, however, will have to seek out Wi-Fi hotspots until the cable is restored. There’s more than a week until Thanksgiving, so hopefully power (and internet) will be restored by then.
November 17, 2013
We are having decidedly un-Novemberish weather today. It’s 60 degrees. In November. Which, of course, means one thing. Tornado watch. I’m not at all surprised to be under a tornado watch. It’s not supposed to be 60 degrees in November.
This did lead to a change in routine. The past couple of Sundays, my parents have come for dinner, and my mom has stayed. Today, I went to their house for lunch, but because of the weather, my mom came over immediately thereafter. She’s currently working on her NaNo, and I’m taking a break from mine to write this. (I’ve already hit my minimum daily goal of 1667 words.)
I confess that I’m kind of glad that she’s here already. I’m not a fan of severe weather, and the storm is passing over as I write. Thus far the winds appear to be fairly straight-line, but that still means the trees are moving like crazy. Here’s hoping things die down soon and we see no tornados!
November 16, 2013
Today was very uneventful. Not that I’m complaining. Far from it. I did the laundry. I made a quick run to Harding’s. I wrote. My NaNo novel continues to be very unfocused. It’s got a certain Candide quality to it. I still have no clue where it’s going or how it’s going to end. But I passed 35k today, so I only have 15k left to write.
I also watched a little PBS. I couldn’t resist. Last night they aired Oklahoma! This is not my favorite show. Don’t let the fact that I’ve been in it three times fool you. I just don’t love it. I know some people do, but I’m not one of them. But the production that PBS aired last night is irresistible for two reasons.
Reason #1: Hugh Jackman. Shirtless. Need I say more?
Reason #2: I was studying in Rome when this production was up in London. My friend Betsy was studying in London. On my spring break, I stopped in London for a couple of days to see her. She, quite wisely, strongly recommended I see this production of Oklahoma! Like I’d resist! Susan Stroman choreography! Curly and Laurie doing their own dancing in the dream sequence! I’d heard about this production. I’d heard really good things about this production. And Betsy (and the critics) were right. This is an awesome production. It wasn’t until several years later that I learned the very attractive shirtless Curly was none other than Hugh Jackman. So there’s a hefty dose of nostalgia when I watch it. I still can’t believe that I saw it live.