I always wanted a family and I imagined myself surrounded by children, but my life circumstances led to me (and my now separated from husband) bringing one child into the world.
There are several key points in my life that caused a dramatic shift in who I am— she was the first.
In the first few months of her life, I started to see every good and every negative part of my personality. Akin to the experience of most parents, she changed me because suddenly I knew I had more at stake on this earth than my own existence.
She depended on us as her parents, not only for survival, but as role models. And wow— was that reality sobering.
Yesterday her father took her for her learners permit. Covid-19 has delayed some of her plans to start driving.
Now, her father drives a 2016 Nissan Juke which is like driving a dune buggy. By comparison, my 2015 Jetta turbo is a race car. My daughter smartly recognizes the difference and adjusts her learning plan to best suit each car.
For example, she wants to learn to merge onto the highway in my car before her father’s as she knows if she misjudges, mine will increase speed faster.
Speaking of the highway, she drove me to my mammogram and ultrasound this morning, which involved first experiences not only on Rte. 33, but also Rte. 22 and 378.
She asked me to photograph the experience.
I am so proud of her. And am so glad to share these key moments in her life.
My blind friend, Nancy, always says that I’m the only person she knows that has a life as daffy as hers.
This morning I got up, helped the teenager med the kittens and dealt with some other cat rescue business, drove the teen to band camp for photos, and headed to Young’s Volkswagen Mazda to get my car inspected.
I originally had an appointment for two weeks ago and I had to cancel that when I was admitted into the hospital.
I need a state inspection and emission test, and the dealership will do the state inspection for free. My 2015 Jetta has synthetic oil, so it only needs an oil change every 10,000 miles or once a year. Well, thanks to corona I’ve only driven 5,000 miles this year. So… does it need an oil change?
My dad told me it needs the tires rotated. And my mileage is at 30,800 so it’s due for a 30,000 mile service, which includes an oil change and tire rotation.
And my key fob doesn’t work. At all.
Then I forgot to put my breakfast in my purse. So I had a strong cup of French roast coffee, no food and my mind is buzzing.
I get to the dealership at 8:05 for an 8:30 appointment. I start organizing the insurance and registration paperwork and I realize my insurance card expired in April.
I download a new one, screen shot it and email it to the service clerk from my phone.
He notices I am high strung and suggests I calm down.
At a previous time, I had ascertained that the oil change, inspection and tire rotation would be cheaper than the 30,000 mile service.
Gayle is on her way to pick me up so we can go for a walk in Louise Moore Park (one of my favorite spots In Northampton County. They have a kite festival. And the teenager learned to ride a bike there.)
Gayle somehow tours all of the local car dealerships before finding the right one, and she drives right by me and I didn’t even see her. And I was sitting on some giant boulders.
We had a good laugh as we both appreciate a silly mishap. We walked at least 5,500 steps on a beautiful, cool summer morning.
We called from the park and the car was ready. Somehow we turned onto the highway instead of the car dealership and compensated for our oopsy by stopping at Dunkin Donuts for free coffee Monday and a green iced tea for Gayle.
Our discombobulation continued and we made a few more wrong turns.
I told Gayle I would be ecstatic if my car cost me $150 or less. I am unemployed right now and have no income.
When I arrived, the total was $150.53. I was thrilled. And they fixed my key fob— it had the wrong battery in it. I’m sure the guys at the dealership had a good laugh, and again, I’m okay with that.
I feel victorious as they fixed my key fob!
In cat news, I pet little Apollo today, got Hades to take her antibiotics and played with Zeus and Artemis.
Exhausted, I make a frozen pizza that I augment with nutritional yeast and extra sharp cheddar (which despite not being opened has somehow turned moldy— must be a tiny hole in the bag.)
The teenager would tell me not to eat it as I have a sensitivity to penicillin but after all of the penicillin-category antibiotics that have filled my body recently I don’t think moldy cheese will kill me.
In late October, I made a list. There were several progressive steps on that list.
1. Buy a car.
The Monday before Thanksgiving, I purchased a 2015 Volkswagen Jetta 1.8t with 21,000 miles on it. That car has been 95% as comfortable as my Nissan Ultima 3.5se. But exponentially better in the snow. The trunk is ginormous. My phone syncs.
2. Find a professional job.
I recently accepted, started the paperwork and applied for my fourth set of clearances to work with ProJeCt of Easton as their development coordinator.
I have had a great time pulling my professional wardrobe out of storage.
3. Write (and publish) more.
Okay, so my most recent publishing success was my ditty on Dime Show Review’s “Ten Word Stories.” I also have a recent essay on the horror website Crash Palace Productions. And more in the works.
In an editing related endeavor, my friend Gayle and I are advertising our joint services, editorial and graphic design, to the attendees at the Greater Lehigh Valley Writers Group The Write Stuff Conference.
4. Eat more fruits and veggies.
This one has been hit or miss. I eat pretty well, but I like going for the extra vegetables and more fruit. I’m not a big fruit eater.
And on the honest side, I need to stop stress eating refined carbohydrates.
5. Get more serious about bodybuilding.
Now I will never be athletic, and even my most competitive side would never have the dedication and patience it takes to truly body build. But I like working on it, and since I am changing jobs I need someway to maintain my muscle tone and weight.
6. Be consistent with the pets.
I have parakeets now. And we need to brush the cats’ teeth more.
And poor Opie, he recently had his left front leg amputated. So, yes, I now have a three legged cat.