Time flies. Literally. We had the huge week at eHarlequin and I wanted to blog about it, but there just wasn’t enough hours in the day because I wanted to spend every free moment with my oldest son, Blaize who left a week ago for Basic Training for the United States Air Force. While I’m extremely proud of him, realization slammed me that I wasn’t ready to let go just yet. It didn’t help of course that after I spoke to him as he was taxiing down the runway in San Antonio, that he called again at 2:45 am. Knowing my son the way I do, I thought something happened. Twenty years ago, we didn’t call to say we’d arrived. The best way to describe the 36 second phone call is this, he sounded like he had a gun pointed to his head as he read from a script. While I’m sure that wasn’t the case and it was probably a TI standing there, I was upset and then I got angry. While I realize the head game starts immediately for new recruits, as his parent, I didn’t sign up to have them played on me. I guess the calls are new because of cell phones, but they couldn’t have had him make that call at say, 6 am? 6 pm?
This month is all about changes too. Changes to my work schedule next door. I’m working evenings now as in 10 pm to 8 am. It’s been an adjustment because to be quite honest, right now it’s like taking care of an 85 year old baby. I’ll find my rythm soon enough with it. I’m working four days, so my week is over Thursday morning. That, I like. Being away from my husband at night, not so much and from what I hear, Odee, the dog hates not having his momma in the house. And not to be outdone, my Grandmother is now in a Nursing Home. The chances of her living on her own again are slim to none.
She was scheduled for knee replacement surgery, which I disagreed with from the start because of her medical history. She got sick and it turns out she was aspirating her food and liquids. Everything has to be thickened or pureed. She can’t see because she has macular degeneration, so she won’t be able to measure stuff, and her knees are bad–she’s a fall risk. But we’ll see.
I’m back in the publishing game, sort of. I sent something off a couple of weeks ago, so we’ll see what happens. I didn’t do NANO this year because for some reason, my muse packs her bags when I committ to something like this, but I am writing when I can.
What about you? Have any new changes in your life?