I miss writing on here every day. Not posting every day makes the alphabet game drag on, and then I feel bad for not posting the next letter. So I don’t post anything at all. What a vicious cycle.
We spent Memorial Day weekend at my parents’ house, visiting with my aunts and uncles and my parents, of course. It was a weekend of family recipes. My parents had sangria made; my uncle Dave made empanadas on Saturday evening; my mom made frittatas for breakfast on Sunday. Then we had a late lunch/early dinner of my aunt Dot’s enchiladas that night. The next morning, it was just the four of us and my parents. My mom made coffee cake, like she and dad used to make when me and my sibs were growing up. Lunch on Sunday was simply leftovers (boy, did we have leftovers!) and finger foods: french bread, sliced pepperoni, sliced salami, porsciutto (I don’t know if I spelled that right. hrm.) and sliced cheeses.
The really fun part of the weekend was on Saturday night when my parents pulled out my grandfather’s old slide projector and slides. There were so many pictures of my parents, aunts and uncles as teenagers (or younger) and plenty of me and my cousins and sibs when we were babies/toddlers/preschoolers. It’s always fun to hear what the generation before has to say about those days. The stories they tell are fun and sometimes embarrassing. ha!
We came home from the weekend with 5 baby oak trees, a bunch of iris, and a tiger lily plant ready to be split. My dad dug them all out of his yard and gave them to us to use to beautify our rather barren yard. Toph and the kids helped me dig the trees and the lilies into the yard when we got home. The kids and I will get the iris in the ground sometime this week. J is very eager to help with that, so I have to do it some afternoon after she’s home from school.
Speaking of school, next week is J’s last week of fourth grade! It is amazing how time flies. Scary, kind of. She’s nine now, and as Toph likes to point out, she is halfway to becoming an independent adult of 18. Next school year, X will start preschool and J will be in fifth grade. My mornings, at least, will be my own…although, I will be devoting more time to writing, I still don’t think I’ll quite know what to do with myself. Get a job, that’s the popular answer. X will only be gone a few hours in the morning, though, so a job may not be feasible just yet. We shall see.
I think the writing sounds good, if only I didn’t have to deal with submitting and receiving rejections. No, it’s not even that that bothers me. It’s the research to find the people to submit to that leaves me feeling helpless and lost. The whole networking thing often feels beyond me, and the whole research thing takes up time I’d rather spend WRITING!!!!! I’ve got to get that balance figured out before too long, I guess.
That’s the update for now…life keeps on moving ahead, whether we will or no.
