Things that Go BUMP in my Mind

Knitting, stitching, reading, gardening, cooking--I have no time for any of it.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

Well, damn.

Too late now, I suppose...

You Should Get a PhD in Liberal Arts (like political science, literature, or philosophy)

You're a great thinker and a true philosopher.
You'd make a talented professor or writer.

Would you believe that I was actually going to get a Ph.D. at one point in my life? Seriously. I hated law school so much I couldn't imagine ever being a lawyer. So one day there I was, sitting in the journal office, with a grad school application spread out in front of me. The phone rings. It's the General Counsel of the U.S. Sentencing Commission--my boss from the previous summer--telling me that *his* boss (the Chair of the Commission, who also happened to be a judge on the Fourth Circuit) needed a clerk, and he wanted to recommend me, and was I interested?

No, said I. I'm going to grad school. I don't need no stinkin' clerkship.

John paused for a second and then did a very helpful thing. He said, essentially, "That's the wrong answer. I'll call you again in 24 hours and you can give me the right one." And he did, and I did, and here I am in South Carolina. And now you know a little bit of my life history, aren't you lucky?

Oh, and by the way--brining a turkey? Totally not worth the trouble. Thanks for the tips, Alton, but I'll do it my way next year.

Monday, November 21, 2005

I have the stupidest reason for not blogging lately. Wanna know what it is? Now that I have a digital camera and *can* post pictures in every blog post if I so desire, I feel obligated to do so. So when the batteries in said digital camera have run out, or I don't have time to fiddle with my picture program, I don't blog because I don't have pictures. I know, I know. But that's the way it is.

At the moment, I am deeply enmeshed in a number of things, not the least of which is choosing an elementary school for Andy to go to next year, when he starts first grade. (Begging the director of the Montessori program Andy is currently in to add a first grade (and a second, third, etc.) didn't pan out. But I didn't expect it to.) My current top pick is a languages academy, where Andy can be immersed in French or Spanish for half a day, every day. Andy says he doesn't want to go there, but what does he know? He says he wants to go to "The Publix School," by which he means the elementary school that we are zoned for, near the grocery store. I suspect that his reasons for wanting to go to this school have less to do with the academic program than with some association he has drawn between the school and its proximity to the place where he gets a cookie just for showing up. Like this: Publix=cookie; school=near Publix; therefore, school=cookie. Whereas, my equation goes something like this: 29605=rich zip code; rich zip code=better school; better school + fabulous language immersion program=where Andy will go if I have anything to say about it.

Anyway, they're having an open house for prospective students and their parents on the Tuesday after thanksgiving. I'm hoping Andy will be interested once he actually *sees* the school. In the meantime, I earned some Mommy points by knitting him a scarf with some Jiffy Thick & Quick and size 17 (!) needles last night. He loves it + it looks great = happy me.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

General Life Update/Blog Randomness

I've been cruising along at work these days--not frantically busy, as I often am, but very productive. I'm in the zone, so to speak. So I haven't been blogging much, because I generally blog when I have law clerk's block (closely related to writer's block, except that it involves a mule-like unwillingness to read yet another badly written brief and do the lawyer's work for him/her because I feel sorry for the client, and because even if the lawyer doesn't feel like doing her job, I still have to do mine), which I haven't had lately. What I do have is a bit of a cold that's been hanging around for several days now, making me feel just a wee bit yucky, but not so much as to justify going home.

Update on my Mom: She's recuperating well, although frustrated that she is not back to full speed. Unfortunately, she will have to have more chemo. They have removed all the cancer they could visually identify, but apparently there are still microscopic bits of it still in there someplace. After chemo, radiation.

The fact that she's having more chemo is freaking me out a bit. In my mind, if you're having chemo it's because your life is in imminent danger. And I'm sorry, but after six months of chemo and a radical mastectomy, you should be done with the whole "imminent danger" thing. You should be moving on to the "well, that's that, then. Go on with your life as though you never had cancer in the first place" thing.

In happier news, Owen is well on his way to being fully potty trained. As I write this, he is having a "practice day" at the Montessori school Andy already attends. If it goes well (i.e., if the director decides that Owen is ready for the program), we will shift Owen out of his current preschool and into this one at the end of November/beginning of December. It will be great to have the kids at the same school, and it will make life so much easier when Chuck goes back to work ...

... which he will hopefully be doing soon. He's definitely ready to go back, and he has a pretty decent shot at teaching in the Criminal Justice dept of the local Tech college. While we're waiting for that to materialize, he emailed a friend of ours who is a writer (and who, like Chuck, is a recovering lawyer) for leads for freelancing that he might do. She promptly emailed back: "I'm sure I can help, but I'm leaving for Istanbul in a couple of hours. I'll email you when I get back next week." I love how she just casually tosses that out, like she's going to the grocery store and not halfway across the world. (N.B.: Mapquest doesn't like it when you ask for directions from South Carolina to Istanbul.)

And that's it for me, at least for the moment.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Halloween was soooo much fun. Andy and I went trick or treating with my friend Ellie and her two boys. Once they figured out that there was candy at every house with a porch light on, there was no stopping them. "Hey guys! Porch light! aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrghhhhhh!--the pirate-like yell being the sound that emitted from them as they ran across the yard to the front door.

Andy's Robin Hood costume turned out great, if you ask me:

Obviously, though, the people in my neighborhood are not up on their Disney movies, because only one person instantly recognized him as Robin Hood. Peter Pan was one guess (forgiveable, especially since he'd abandoned the bow and arrow by that time), but I'm not sure where that one guy came up with "goblin."

Before heading out into the neighborhood, Chuck and I took both kids over to Publix for their trick-or-treat thing. Owen looked really cute in his Thomas costume, even though you can't really see his face because he wanted Scoop to be in the picture:

But once we got to Publix, he was all about the treats:

Update on my mom: She's doing well, but a bit tired (gee, ya think? After major surgery?).

In tomorrow's episode: someone stop me before I stash again!