You know how sometimes, if you wait long enough to get around to a thing, that thing starts to take on greater weight than it ought to do and it starts being harder to actually do it and then it has been even longer and you still haven't done it and what the heck is wrong with you anyway and what exactly do you want to do with this blog thing that you've been doing for almost four years but not exactly since you've barely been doing it all this past year?
Like that. Which is to say, sorry. And whoops. Also, Hi! How have you been? Missed ya.
A throng of knitters came to my town this weekend but I missed them because I was throwing money at a mouse. It was a fun trip. Not as fun as last year, which was like mouse heaven, but fun. Now we're back. And so this blog post seems to be following my "I only manage to blog when I've been off of work for a week" pattern.
But really, here's the deal. Remember all my talk about IEPs and school problems and stuff? About how my son has emerging disabilities that haven't yet been well-defined but that make his life extremely difficult both at school and at home? Well, that's my new hobby. I didn't choose it. It is NOT relaxing. It gives me very little enjoyment, except on the rare occasion that I figure out some way to get the school system to do what they should have done in the first place or I manage to take five pieces from six different doctors and put them together and help find a way to help my kid a bit in a way we hadn't thought of before. But mostly it's a lot of hard slogging, banging of heads against brick walls, begging and pleading for what are literally my son's legal, moral, and ethical rights, and then having to fight to make sure they actually carry out what they promised because the hard-won agreements are meaningless when they don't actually implement them.
Bitter, moi? And did I mention the school system is nearly bankrupt and are talking layoffs (including my son's direct staff, or so I gather via him overhearing something). Yah. Thanks for that "stimulus package." That $600 is way better than providing our kids with an education that will give them any hope of paying off the staggering debt you've run up, there W. Right, yes, bitter.
Anyway, if I haven't been clear before, that's why I'm not blogging much. The things I have to talk about are too private to put here and make the above sound like a tra-la-la happy romp, and my reluctance to blog it all is probably only exceeded by any sane person's reluctance to read it.
I miss you guys. I'm hoping to escape for a festival (NH perhaps?) and there's still a chance the house will clear out for a party for Cummington (not to cry in my tea but hopefully it won't be me all by myself with a pony keg, not that you people have ever been much help drinking beer). Unfortunately, due to the above, it can't happen unless the fam clears out: even having dinner guests is a significant stressor these days.
So that's the news from here. Mouse: good but expensive. Job: intense but now better-staffed with an awesome new coworker. Church: continuing complexity, with a small dash of hope. Family: well-loved and deeply challenging. School: don't get me started. Wool: right, wool--an almost done and completely unphotographed charm shrug is in progress. I do tell Ravelry things but not necessarily with pictures.
So Wendy, I got nothin. This my system: I don't do it all and much of it poorly. Blogging, knitting, and spinning I'm doing less of at the moment. Perfect is boring. Life is messy. I'll see you next time I come up for air. Or at NHS&W. XO.