Things for Thursday

I’m circling around a “big idea” for a blog post, but today, you get some randomness.

• For starters, I’ve written a musing over at yogabalance.  I’d love your opinion on the thing, even if you’ve never been to a yoga class in your life and never have any intention of going to one.

•  I think – but I’m not 100% sure – that tomorrow is the final Fucking Floral Friday.  Saintseester wanted to do it for a year and, if my count is right, tomorrow will be the 52nd installment.  I’m planning a pretty good post for the send off.

•  Even though I divorced my biological parents and have absolutely no regrets about doing it, I find that I don’t let go of people very easily.  Quite a few folks who used to be fixtures in my life, but who are no longer, have been spending quite a bit of time in my head.  I wonder if they think of me as often as I think of them.

•  I take comfort in the fact that my informal surveys are showing that mothers of pre- and teenage daughters all have strikingly similar stories to tell.  Despite the incredible range of parenting techniques, girls of a certain age all come back at their parents – particularly their mothers – with the same shit.  Things aren’t bad around Chez Chili – don’t get me wrong – but I’m watching Punkin’ turn into someone I don’t always recognize.  I’m glad I’m not the only one staring at my child in dumbfounded wonder.

•  I’m putting together my resume and a cover letter for a local college this afternoon, and I’ll have Mr. Chili reformat it to Word and send it for me tonight (the college requires that the entire application process be done via email, and that everything be Word compatible.  I don’t know how to do that, but my beloved does).  I’m hoping to cobble together something resembling full-time employment by September, even if I have to work in three or four different places to make that happen.  We’ll see how it goes.

•  I’m collecting names of contractors to call to the house to bid on the siding job.  I’m going to try to get at least six or seven of ‘em to fight over the job, and let them know that they’re competing.  Hopefully, the price will be manageable, but I’m not holding my breath.

•  There are so many reasons why this is just wrong:

Sunday Mostly Sunny Hi 60 °F

Sunday Night Chance Snow Lo 33 °F

• Tonight is “scrounge night” for dinner (Thursdays usually are; Friday is trash day) and I’m looking forward to polishing off the leftover mushroom linguine. Lest you think the rest of the family is going to eat like George Carlin (“Do you want this? I’m only going to throw it out!!“), the other offerings include salad greens with lots of good veggies (I know; I had a big salad for lunch yesterday), leftover homemade mac and cheese, some cold cuts, and a batch of stuffed shells.

I’m sure there’s more, but that’s all I’ve got at the moment. I’m off to Local U. to try to get a parking spot so I can teach a yoga class (Oh please, Parking Goddess. Oh please, please, please….), then I’m heading to a local sub shop for a startlingly yummy tuna sub on my way to visit / check in on / tend to / love my mom. After that, I’ll come home to be with my girls, do a little fussing around the house, and await the return home of my dearest.

Have a happy Thursday, Everyone!