Sunday, March 26, 2006

It's been a hell of a week

The week started with Mike's therapy, of course. Everything went smoothly with that.

Tuesday was fine until Karate. The last test, The Amazing Michael was told he could belt test... which is a big deal. On practice on Tuesday, his sensei seemed to have forgotten that. I got a little cranky with him. If he wasn't ready to test, he shouldn't have been told he could test.

Wednesday was the sudden entrance onto the rollar coaster. I started the morning with no hot water and no coffee. Our hot water heater refuses to start if the vent is plugged... good thing... but it senses a plug if there is one snowflake in the exhaust. We're going to fix that.

Then getting the boys out the door was a mess, Patrick decided he needed a bandaid on the little nick the cat gave him, and proceeded to put 57 of them all over himself before I caught him.

We were running late because of the band aid incident, ran out and jumped into the car and got the boys settled in their seatbelts, put it in drive and pulled out to hear "crunch crunch crunch". That's not right... a very flat tire. ARGH! Get in the other car, boys! Ran in and told my husband about the tire. By the time we got to the school, the boys were 25 minutes late. And so was I. I was way late for the new faculty candidates seminar, but fortunately my staff came through and he didn't have to draw his slides on the chalk board rather than present them with his lovely little laptop.

I get to work and there's a msg on the machine. "I broke your stupid jack." I made arrangements with a friend to borrow his floor jack.

Then had a fight with my windows administrator about the Linux cluster and the fact that he occasionally makes comments to me about my technological ineptness... which I resent, as I'm not... and which I had been planning on talking to him about in a nice, sane, manner rather than yelling at each other in front of a student who spent the time trying to hide under his desk.

We got that aired out, though not in the manner I had wished to.

After work, it was rush rush rush to get the boys home and get them some food before my sister's bridal shower. As my tire was still flat, I had walked out to take my mom's car (which is living here for the moment) to the grocery store while my husband changed the flat tire on my car. Standing in the driveway, my cell phone rings and it's my daughter.

She started crying when I said hello. "Mom, I lost the baby."

So we spent 15 minutes on the phone while I cried in the driveway and she cried in her living room and her dad stood there saying "WHAT! WHAT'S WRONG! WHAT!"

Then I got to call my sisters while trying to find the frozen pizzas in the grocery store and cry with them.

Then got to the shower and managed to tell all my relatives... some of whom said the right thing "Oh, that sucks large." and some who said the expected thing "It wasn't meant to be." (As she'd had several miscarriages herself, I didn't punch her.)

The shower was nice, though I spent most of it explaining why Katie wasn't there.

Thursday was busy at work and the belt test which happened after I got cranky on Tuesday.

Friday was the rehearsal dinner. 35 people, all related to each other, in a restaurant where we know all the waitstaff, the cooks, the bartenders, and all of whom were happy about the wedding. That was nice, and Kate and her fiance' came and got hugged and loved and sympathy. Not that every hadn't stopped by her house, but it's nice to be there with a whole bunch of people who love you and feel badly about the baby.

Yesterday was the wedding. I hope it was also the end of the rollarcoaster. Everyone had a wonderful time. I danced so much my feet are killing me. My boys are going to be VERY popular in high school, they're quite happy to dance with anyone, including their aunties. I won't soon forget the site of Patrick holding his hand out to Aunty Tanya, to get her to dance to "Walk This Way". One of the girls in Mike's class, that he thinks is really cute was there. They were dancing in each other's vicinity... but NOT with each other. 4th grade is like that. My littlest niece, Anna would still be dancing, if her mom hadn't picked her up. She cuddled for 5 seconds and fell asleep. Her sister had made the mistake of sitting down a short time before and she'd fallen asleep.

Lots of relatives, lots of friends, all my sisters. It was good.

Kate and Gabe were there, too. She's still experiencing some cramping and some bleeding. The ER gave her some meds for the cramps, which made her dizzy and nauseous, so she spent the wedding in the bathroom. She went home and slept, though, and ate, and felt better at the reception.

Mike's birthday party is tonight (as the schools are on spring break this week). I have to find some energy and go clean the laundry room, and make a chocolate covered cherry cake from the Cake Doctor recipe book

Time for knitting? What's that?

Sunday, March 19, 2006

How do I lose these things?

I went to start the second sleeve on the endless sweater and the needle is missing. I looked for it for an hour yesterday until the shiney UFO got me (I found a 1/2 finished mitten meant for my youngest son that I finished...)

My plan for today is to find the blankety blank knitting needle (I use circular, so I only have to find the one!) And to clean the bathroom and the kitchen...

Of course I spent the morning working on work. Not that housework isn't work, gods know... I did two presentations and updated a 5 year budget projection spreadsheet.

Hear that, Boss? When you bop into my office next week and I'm knitting, I'm only making up the knitting time I spent working today!

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

The endless sweater in a blizzard.

With the prayer shawl drying on the bed, it was time once again to work on the endless sweater. We got about 3 ft of snow dumped on us over the course of Monday and Tuesday, so I had plenty of time.

Seriously. 3 feet of snow. In less than 24 hours. You'd think that would make national news or something, but of course it didn't. It surely made local news, though. I sent one of my people home way early on Monday, and myself and another person who lives outside of town left at noon.

I don't know what time she got home, it took me nearly an hour to do 10 miles. I barely made my driveway after I got there. We're talking a snow storm of epic purportions, here. The locals are discussing whether the last storm like this was in 95, 89, or 79.

I met a fellow from Alaska this morning getting coffee and he was flabbergasted at the amount of snow and the way it fell. He said he thought he knew bad winters, but this topped anything he'd seen in Alaska. I told him it was the Lake effect snow and that we see it often enough. He's thinking of moving back to Alaska.

Nearly everything closed, of course. Except Michigan Tech. I took a personal day, as my car wasn't cleared out until nearly 4pm. It took us a while to find it... it was completely covered in snow, with another foot or so on top. We could very nearly walk out our second story window and jump down onto the snow bank in front of our house... we have large porch windows in the front of our house, about a story up... the snow is 1/2 way up them.

So I spent the day keeping my boys from killing each other, watching Ghostbusters I and II and knitting. Finished the prayer shawl, started another with a varigated yarn which I really don't like and will frog. And I worked and worked and worked on the endless sweater... only 1 sleeve left to go!

Today is therapy day because we had to cancel on Monday. Yippee...

Sunday, March 12, 2006

I feel so... promiscious

My friend... actually several of my friends... have asked why I don't have a "Live Journal" like all the cool kids do. I explained that I used blogspot. That I kept a blog here and that I like the interface here. But... all the COOL KIDs use LJ. So... uh... I've started a live journal.

The heck with what I've always told my children about being different and not following the crowd. The heck with individuality. Hell, I dyed my hair on Friday because my sisters were harassing me about all the gray in the back, I'm obviously going through a midlife crisis, right? The example I set for my children during a midlife crisis should not count towards real life.

How do we make that happen, anyway? Shouldn't we be able to just erase the stupidity we do when we're young when we're older and know better? Like writing the wrong mathmatical formula on the board during a lecture, you should be able to just erase it and write over it with the correct information...

On the other hand, some of my most favorite memories come from those incorrect formulas...

I have every intention of maintaining the two blogs... I hope... this one being about knitting and crafting and the lj about life, politics, and "stuff". We'll see how it goes...

In the meantime, I still like that I don't have to open DreamWeaver to put a damned link in my blog...

Friday, March 03, 2006

Martha Eisenstein

I'm still working on my husband's endless sweater. But it's on hold... I needed to make a prayer shawl.

My friend's mother has died. She was 85, and had been sent home and her children summoned. It was just a matter of time.

I had a public history class several years ago and chose to interview Martha as a part of it. I picked Martha because I was really curious how a nice Iowa farm girl had ended up in Chicago's north suburbs, married to a nice Jewish Actor-turned-real-estate-mogul.

Her answer to that was "The War". He'd been stationed in Iowa when she met him. He was handsome and fun and exciting. He'd been an actor before the war, with the Goodman Theater in Chicago. And he was different than anyone she'd ever met in Iowa. She said she never thought about the religious aspect of it. She didn't really practice christianity, and Judism was just an earlier form of Christianity, right?

She was widowed young, and left with children, her youngest age 3, to raise. She told me with tears in her eyes of how her beloved husband, Irving, choked to death at the Country Club. How she'd been so hysterical that her family and doctor had tranquilized her into numbness... and how she'd regretted not being able to really grieve for him for more than a year because of the tranquilizers.

I have several hours of conversation with her on tape, talk about her life on an Iowa farm, about her days in the heady atmosphere of Chicago-after-the-war and of learning to live without her beloved husband... and later today I have to see if I can unearth the transcripts for my friend and send them along with the shawl.

My friend and her family are sitting Shiva today for a fine lady, Martha Eisenstein. My heart is with them.