I started two blog posts and ended up deleting them. They both had something in common.
One of them was done and after lots of editing I still didn't know what the point was that I was trying to make except that Christie Brinkley only looks good at sixty because she's had *work* done. And besides being bitchy it was uninteresting.
So this post is going to be shortish and newsy.
*I finally landed a job. Thank you Universe. That last interview was the one that finally clicked and I will be working with college students and finances for their organizations. It was the third time I tried to get a job in this school and I think I landed in a good department. The interview wasn't easy but I had the overwhelming feeling throughout it that they were pulling for me which I took as a sign that it was the right place for me.
*But I already had a job. I started working in a home decor store in September that I have shopped at for years. It is all kinds of inspiring and a fantastic creative outlet for me as they let me do a lot of display work. Each job knows about the other and they have both been accommodating. However, from now until the end of the year I will be working six days a week. Not sure how that's going to look as I'm just now in week one but I've managed to make the bed before I go and dinner when I've gotten home. That. Will. Not. Last.
*I will be a producer for the Listen To Your Mother show in Kansas City in 2016. LTYM is so near and dear to my heart that when the opportunity came up I thought about it for all of five minutes and said "yes". It is such a leap from my comfort zone that thinking about it for any length of time gives me the vapors. The chance to be the sherpa for the stories of mothers/mothering/motherhood for others, though, was too good of an opportunity to pass up and so I'll carry a paper bag with me to breathe into and bring this to fruition with my partner.
*My blog reached 100,000 hits. This took nearly five years which was not in the original plan. By now I should have been a household name in blogland but instead I am more like the little engine that could. What was the purpose and always in the plan was to become a better writer and I can look back at those early postings and see how far I've come. For awhile there were soaring numbers on the weekends and I was elated. That only lasted until I realized that all those hits came from Russia, so without the attempted hackers I'm probably more at 85K.
*A couple of months ago Maggie and Nate came over with some seed packets that they picked up at a nursery. How nice, I thought and wondered where I would put them until the spring when they could be planted. "Look them over," she said while Nate decided to record us and it was all so odd. "Really look at them," she said and God help Mark and I we can be so clueless. We are going to be grandparents this spring. I started crying when we finally figured it out. Mark sat in the dining room chair with the biggest smile on his face and tears in his eyes. A few weeks ago I went with Mags to look at maternity clothes and we wandered over to the baby section. I think my life and hers in me flashed by in a second when I held up the teeniest little onesie.
I cannot promise this little blog will get much of my attention in the next few weeks (Mark and I were in bed at 9:15 on Saturday night) but good stories have a way of finding an outlet. I hope to never be too busy to recognize one when it shows up.
Thank you for reading A Speckled Trout. My cup runneth over.