First, I want to extend huge thank you and to reciprocate the hugs given to me last week. The support of friends does so much to buoy spirits. I hate dropping bombs about personal misfortune, especially if any news has the slightest stink of drama, but conventional wisdom over losing a job is to tell everyone. You never know who might have an opportunity or a connection to opportunity.
Since my penultimate post, I have been frantically applying for jobs—not that there are any positions in my industry to which I can send my resume. Rather, I’m stretching outside my comfort zone to find jobs that require some parts of my skill set, no matter how fleeting. I have no idea what I’m doing scouting out corporate communications jobs (I’ve never done PR) or project management (I have no formal training) but I’m putting myself out there—nothing to lose. Mostly I am allowing all kinds of potential doors to open.
Enough about my crazy job search. For now.
Chez Little Trooper, we had a fantastic long weekend. The boys had a “release” day on Friday so we had a very lazy morning, followed by a long bike ride in which we explored the Midtown Greenway. Running roughly parallel to Lake Street, this very cool bike/walk path follows rails—we even saw a train come through while we were riding—and provides a safe commute between Minneapolis and St. Paul. It’s a flat, smooth ride, and if the weather ever reaches 50-plus degrees F again, John and I have plans to see how far west the path stretches.
On Saturday, after a bliss-inducing yoga session, we collected a few of Simon’s friends (Sydney and Theo) for a low-key birthday celebration. Simon turned nine a week ago and has waited patiently for an opportunity to have a party. He decided to invite two friends for a sleepover, which he carefully choreographed to include plenty of Nintendo DS play, a macaroni and cheese dinner, a birthday cake, and spooky storytelling late into the night. John and I treated the kids to a live performance of eccentric science, Beakman’s World, at In the Heart of the Beast puppet theater. Honestly, the show was lame and Beakman was a little washed up, but the kids loved it and, afterward, stood in line for his autograph.
Winston, my budding phenologist, took special note of the fact that it snowed on Sunday. Still and yet, we had plans to go to the Farmers Market and so we did. Quick as a bunny, we cruised the stalls to pick up cauliflower, broccoli, turnips (does anyone have a great recipe for these gorgeous creamy, violet-tipped wonders?), and Honeycrisp apples. I helped Winston with homework for, pretty much, the remainder of the day, then tinkered over a roasted chicken from Whole Foods, which I transformed into individual biscuit-topped pot pies.
It was a busy and not very restorative weekend but had all the stuff that makes for good memories during a (hopefully brief) craptastic period.
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