Oops I Did it Again

"I will blog again before a week and a half goes by". Reader, she did not.

It's fine. This is fine. Everything is fine. 

Lucy's improving. I'm making it to work. We cleaned the house yesterday before my parents came over for Mother's Day. The windows are rotting out of the frames and we have ants, but, you know, it's clean. I was tired and out of sorts because I'm having a violent resurgence of every-night Restless Leg Syndrome and it sucks beyond belief, but it was still fun.

I don't love the mall, and typically when I go I go Monday to Wednesday so it's dead, and yet I inexplicably asked Eve if she wanted to go to the mall. On Saturday. And we did, and it was super fun! We got a not-terrible parking place, it was busy but not insanely so, and we met some fun sales people (along with one catastrophically bad young man at Bluenotes - mumbly, sullen, negative-fifty-fucks to give - who was so bad it was enjoyable). 

The last time we went looking for jeans for Eve we went to a dozen stores and found one acceptable pair on our way out of the mall. This time she wasn't even LOOKING for jeans and she found some on a thirty-dollar sale table. Actually she didn't at first, they didn't have her size, but she was waiting for me to get there because she won't try on anything without me there to give an opinion (isn't that cute?) so she kept checking back and eventually her size appeared.

She was looking for a long white skirt, and she found one. Then she found a better one for less money. We went to the Uniqlo store that just opened ("Old Navy for Asians" says Matt, who spends a lot of time in Asia) and got mildly overstimulated. We went out for lunch and stuffed our faces with guacamole.

I bought a sundress to wear to Angus's grad, which we are now going to, because he wasn't going to walk on the basis of "been there, done that", well, done that somewhere else, so we said fine, but then he found out that he's not actually going to start work until the fall so he has some time, and his last month's rent is paid, so he's going to do grad (the graduate students are the day before the rest, and it's smaller and more individualized), so we told him he was a giant dork (MULTIPLE TIMES we asked "do you want us to come to your grad?" NO, he said) and then booked a hotel room.

Did I mention he got a JOB? Did I mention the job is in NORTH FREAKING CAROLINA?

For years he's been saying he wants a baseball job somewhere warm. His most likely prospect was in Rochester. Rochester is basically Canada. He interviewed with Tread Athletics in North Carolina. What are the odds, we thought? Turns out the odds were... well, I'm not entirely sure whose favour they were in. "Tell them thanks but your mommy said it's too far?" I suggested. Then I said "just kidding" and he said "okay, whew, wasn't sure."

At least we have a lot of Air Miles? I said "my son is moving to North Carolina" to someone at school today and felt like I was in a weird dream. It feels a little strange to have to get on a plane to visit my kid (or drive for 13 hours), but truthfully I probably won't see him that much less. It will be a fun adventure?

Eve had an interview at an Engineering place for a job doing water sampling at schools. It sounds kind of hard and like it should be with a senior person (the title is 'junior environmental scientist' which sounds so cute, like it should come with a miniature hard hat), and she's not entirely sure she wants it but will still be offended if she doesn't get it. Whatever, one kid at a time. At least she's not likely to move a country away, how would she ever buy clothes? I guess she could text me pictures. Sigh.