Blessed silence forthcoming…

Today’s Friday, right? During the summer the days just melt together. I feel guilty for being so happy school’s starting soon, and I can be alone for a portion of the day. I also feel guilty that I won’t be getting a job, but I always feel guilty for not having a job, so that’s nothing new. And before you cry, “Writing is a job!” just remember that I am not getting paid for it, and also it’s a lot of fun and therefore suspect. The real reason I don’t have a conventional job while the kids are in school is the fragrance thing. Periodic exposure I can handle. Daily exposure would surely put me back in migraine territory, and nobody in the house wants that. I do have a few very large home repairs I can’t afford to hire out, so maybe I’ll call myself a carpenter and that’ll be my job.

I will probably start looking for some sort of job to do from home, but I don’t know if I’m enough of a self-starter to follow that through. One interesting development to report is that I’ll be the senior editor of a little startup e-pub called Cove. The details haven’t been hammered out yet, but I’ll let you know what happens. It will at the very least be a huge learning experience, and at the most a financially successful venture. Can’t lose.

My brother is also starting school this month. It’s a huge change for him, as it would be for anyone going back to college after 20 or so years (25?) And I’m super-proud of him for even attempting it. I’ve never had the guts. And like my venture, this is also a can’t-lose. I also win, because he’ll be living right down the street from me.

Hope you all have a great weekend.

Graduation

Well, you know I was broken up about not going to my bonus daughter’s graduation. I know now I made the right decision. Like all moms, I feel I should always support my children no matter what, but the fact is sometimes I can’t be there. I have to be all right with that, and so do they. If I go on about how guilty I feel, they’ll absorb that. If I make it to some of their things and their dad makes it to the others and that’s just the way it is, they will still feel supported.

I don’t think Zariah was as broken up as I was about me not being there. I sent along a gift only from me, a blank journal symbolizing her new stage in life, and I wrote her a letter to go with it. She’s a woman now, officially. Graduated and 18 with a baby. Maybe I’ll get used to it someday.