23:21 More paperwork, phone calls and emails today, and it was “good house-wifing” day as well (i.e. the day of each week that Madame attempts to bring order out of chaos in the house, in preparation for the homecoming of Monsieur).
Hot weather continues. The pool has (sadly) become the “vajewel” again. Clutter still abounds.
I made a post on Instagram yesterday with a quick imperfect time-lapse vid of my morning exercise routine, including links to sources, me-style. I’ve decided that as Sam says, my social media accounts are in fact *my* rodeo, and I shall be weird if I please.
Today I posted an impromptu walk through of our living room/kitchen, complete with all the clutter and chaos and me belting out a made-up song about it. Again I tapped out a me-style long-form caption (eschewing the three-word “play it cool” version), then let it be… and had such a lovely response.
What I notice is that when I am myself and share my vulnerabilities but with a positive or humorous (at least in my mind) twist, true friends and kindred spirits show themselves. (The rest silently watch and learn, moving from a progression of disbelief, irritation and disgust, upwards through various stages of growing acceptance to a final state of rainbow awareness piercing a giant pink cloud. Lol.)
The other day I’d had lunch with crazy friend. When I was with her, things felt a little stilted. Me because I wasn’t following my urge to strip down to underwear and jump in the river across the street in front of all the riverside patrons. Her because she wasn’t following her likely urge to drink a fair bit more wine. Though I’d wished she would… if she had had that urge… little does she likely know, seeing half a glass of wine go deliberately untouched for three hours is wearing on an ex-winoholic’s spirit.
Anyway. Although I had a pang of longing for the flow that booze used to bring to our conversation, I also realized that if this friendship petered out due to lack of alcohol then so be it. Funny how many unimportant conversations feel so much less important without alcohol to cloud the view.
I do miss having face-to-face friends though. But today something lovely happened… my eldest kids’ math teacher texted me for a family meetup date. She and I hit it off during the parent teacher meetings a couple of months ago. We genuinely had a lot in common — both trained teachers, both deliberate stay-at-home moms (that was her first year back after many years home with the kids), and kids about the same age. She is very much loved by the students at the school.
On the last day she confided that she would not be returning to our kids’ school since someone with more rank had filled the position for next year. This was sad for us to find out of course, but with one happy side-effect for me: she suggested we meet up sometime. I gave her my card and then she texted me. I didn’t know what to do at first (I strongly dislike communicating via text message) but today she texted again with options for the meet-up. Now it looks like we’ll be doing a nature hike and swim with our kids, at the beginning of next week!
This is a potential dream come true for me. To be able to discuss ideas with a peer adult (besides my husband), face to face, without having to explain them or justify them first, will be a godsend. Or a Tree-send. lol.
The weather was pressingly hot and by the end of the day there was thunder. On the horizon, arching down into the valley below, was a beautiful double rainbow.
p.s. I’m so tired my head keeps flopping down as I type… please excuse any errorzzzzzzzzzz