Psych hospital training - has been rather lovely, but too early. The sun peeking over the mountains and talking about dignity and imminent versus immediate danger, The history of the hospital. The parking lot overlooks the place I worked for eleven year, so yesterday I peeked out and happened to see a teacher I know who worked there before I started and works there still, heading off for lunch like usual. Dressed in shorts and the a puffer coat in 7-degree weather.
Necklace-making playdate - L had a playdate with someone she used to go to school with at her house (which was very nice), and the mom had texted that she had an activity "planned for us". By that, evidently, she meant that she wanted to make jewelry with me while the girls played. They ordered pizza and we chatted and made necklaces, and it took a good thirty minutes to adjust but I ended up liking it because I like having An Activity to do while socializing, and I finally realized that I probably wasn't going to be judged for having subpar design skills. She asked what my hobbies were and I didn't have a good answer for her. Burlesque? But she didn't seem to know what that was, and I didn't get into explaining it in detail aside from that the costumes were rhinestoned.
How to be a friend in your 30s: It was a lovely time, and she was very hospitable (including sending dolls and a play car home with L) and, even, mind you, this isn't a kid that L has been in class with since kindergarten. So now I know I need to reciprocate (and soon!) but I'm still trying to figure out how, since it's difficult to keep my house in shareable condition. I had a good week after the Thanksgiving playdate but that's since fallen apart. And somebody recently got injured at the trampoline park (which was the other option). So I'm gonna have to get...creative. and I don't feel creative, I feel dull. There's a sense that I only have two weeks to figure it out. Tick-tock!*
Capstone, blarg: Somehow, someway, the online version of Microsoft my school espouses ate my capstone document. One day things were fine and it was updating, the next my mentor had left some comments to resolve, and the day after that, there appeared to be ~495 views on the document (???) and I got a message saying it was corrupted and suggesting I work on it offline. Great. I have a Mac and don't have the wherewithal to figure out the whole opening Command Prompt and trying to run...whatever needed to happen to recover the document. As an elder millennial I am aware this is an option that exists on this earth, but at the time it just seemed easier to rebuild the document from the ground up and upload it to the stupid folder in the stupid Creighton cloud (?). Which I (stupidly!) then I did. And am now not clear on several key details including: did my mentor sign it? Do all the signatures need to be on the same document because if so I need to do some Additional Steps, but this hasn't been directly communicated and I am tired with poor quality of attention so.... Yeah. I really need to get my shit together and followup on that. Good point. Dammit.
The rest of this post will be a list, because I have meant to be working on this for quite a while but have been sucked into a delightful combination of hibernation, ennui, and anhedonia:
- I have. So many. Gray hairs. Well, not all that many. But I think I might be looking at full-on Andie MacDowell by 50. Which I'm not mad at.
- Am on a big Escape To the Country kick. It's just so damn soothing! Beautiful countryside, you learn a little bit about some sort of niche artisan craft, and then the couple looking at houses almost invariably decides not to pursue any of the homes they've been shown. Which is way more like real life than HGTV. And the British host tends to make a lot more off-the-cuff remarks about their clients than the HGTV realtors. Best they can do is the side-eye.
- There has also been much in the way of pasta from Costco. The only problem with this is that everything from Costco tastes just a little bit like...Costco. You know what I mean.
- During my orientation at psych hospital my start time was 7:00 AM which means I had to get up at 5:00 AM. I'm not really made for getting up at 5:00 AM.
- L had a drum recital in which she played along to a backing track of "We Will Rock You" and perseverated on the coolest shirt to wear**; she also had a folk dance recital for school which was, in no particular order, a hot mess, super-stressful, overwhelming (meltdown for me, tears/meltdown for her), and sort of cute. there was a cake/pie auction, a jazz band, regular orchestra, and some sort of advanced orchestra.
- S is back from Cordova and things have been alright. No notes at the moment, but we're staring down the barrel of last year's Christmas fiasco, so who knows! We had a brief conversation lately in which he asked if we had nachos for Christmas Eve last year. Bestie, I don't think so? As I recall there were cookies burning in the oven when I got home and...it just wasn't a good scene. I think I wrote about it last year. Anyway. So far better than all that.
- Have unfortunately downloaded Stardew Valley again, and although it is fun and relaxing (in a way), it's also terribly addictive. It does feel different than the first time, though.
- Very short list of British musicians who are living the dream:
- Enya, Kate Bush, Patrick Wolf. Well. A dream, anyway.
*We ended up going to the trampoline park anyway and nobody was injured. Someone did throw up, but not one of ours, and the dad fielding the kid did the classic move of catching vomit in his hands. That? Deserves the Mockingjay salute.
**Black loose fit T from summer camp 2024 she'd made a rockfish print on, if you're interested.
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