Good day to you, fellow WordPressers! It’s been a long time! How have you been?
According to my posts, I’ve been gone for well over a year, and many things have changed. More than likely I’ll go over them all at one point or another, but for now let’s visit a few of the larger changes that have come to me over the past year.
I have a new job at the same university I was working for. Before last May I was taking down everything everyone said in meetings that I understood less and less of and spending the next two days furiously typing, fact-and-acronym-checking, and editing those conversations. Now I am an academic advisor for the freshman class. In August I was given 100 freshmen to look after. It’s been a real trip to witness their transformations, in more ways than one. I am often struck mute simultaneously by both the entitlement of students who never had to break a sweat and the incredible dedication and work ethic of students who understand what a wonderful opportunity college is. The latter give me hope for the future, especially when I remind myself that these young adults are going to be making crucial decisions for us when we’re old, helpless, bedridden, and unable to speak for ourselves.
My husband and son and I still live in a retirement community, a block away from my mom. We just found out recently that the community looks down upon a 1967 Camaro with no motor (and precious little more than a frame, really) under a car cover in the driveway, if you call “the Bylaws state that ‘any unconventional vehicle of any description’ is not permitted” any indication. My mom has graciously offered to keep it in her garage, even though it’s that time of year when my husband is hardly at home working ballgame after banquet after concert after fundraiser and can only work on it a little at a time. She’s even named it. “Waynette” will soon make an appearance on this blog, in all her rustbuckety, primer-covered glory.
We have resigned ourselves to the fact that we have a nervous dog. This product of the streets/shelter is scared of innumerable noises, people, and objects, seemingly at random. The elderly person she accepts scritches from one day will be growled at the next, and the next day she will charm them again with her bright face and wagging tail. The one thing we do know—we will never figure out exactly why, unless one of us learns to speak dog. Every Fourth of July, every tall nephew with a full head of hair, every random gunshot or boomy noise in the distance—all are cause for alarm, and turn walks into a tug of war with no warning.
I received a crank knitter a couple of birthdays ago, and that pastime quickly morphed into a crochet/yarn addiction that my husband firmly believes will take over the house. Instead of insipid sitcoms with vapid adults and mouthy, oversexed teenagers, knitting and crocheting podcasts have taken over my evening watching habits. It’s a great way to connect, laugh, and learn with other like-minded crafters from around the world, and I will probably add some fangirling to this blog in the way of highlighting one or more of my favorites in future posts.
My husband got a promotion at his job as well, at the same university, and his headaches have increased tenfold. Suddenly we have the money to pay the bills the day the bills come in the mail, and it’s a strange feeling, even almost a year later. We can both hardly believe the lightening of both our existence and our stress levels. However, we are still dedicated to using those things we have learned, because, as my mother always says, “It doesn’t matter how much money you make; you’ll still find something to spend it on.” It is our hope that we are able to build a savings and take better care of ourselves. Perhaps this blog will provide some sort of accountability, even if it is only to cyberspace.
I hope to return to this blog regularly with crochet, garden, allergy, and frugal updates.