Sharing a laptop slashes my online time by 90%. Blogging suffers the most. Hence the infrequent entries offering more summary than substance.
My children take their mission to keep the neighborhood free from zombies very seriously.
It’s spring break for my kiddos. With all the time off from school due to winter weather– didn’t we just have snow two weeks ago?!– attending class seems to be the exception rather than the norm here lately. Adam took it upon himself to teach Tatum how to arm herself and prepare for a zombie invasion. Rest assured the undead won’t infiltrate Germantown anytime soon.
In other spring break news, divine inspiration struck yesterday, thus allowing me to solve my water dilemma. Just the smell of the garlic on an empty stomach made me queasy and I never tried the second batch– so for round three I left the vampire repellent out entirely while keeping the other ingredients. The ginger offsets the honey flavor. Voila.
Sloane’s Morning Water: Place 2 tbsp honey in the bottom of a large mug. Add 2 squirts of fresh ginger paste [do you really think I’m going to chop up ginger each day?!]. Squeeze the juice of half a lemon on top of honey and ginger. Fill with water. Stir vigorously. Microwave for one and a half minutes.
A young Seymour in fine form
Monday morning we laid Seymour to rest. After saying our goodbyes he was sent off with a proper burial. I cried profusely. Lowering a loved one into the ground…that’s the moment where everything finalizes. The depth of grief I feel as a result of Seymour’s passing makes me question whether or not I’ll ever own another dog. I know I will but right now it just seems inconceivable. Of course it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all….but that loss becomes increasingly difficult to bear.
Mom and Dad probably won’t own another pet. Seymour is one of just two dogs they’ve had in their four decades of marriage. Throughout the years I’ve added a menagerie of fish, rodents, reptiles, rabbits, and a Bubbles Kitty to our home– yet Cinnamon [before my time] and Seymour were theirs. When I left the house my parents had Seymour to keep them company. I worry that they won’t have the companionship and joy associated with being pet parents. Then again, who needs animals when you live with your adult child and two grandkids?
A sharp contrast to Monday’s heaviness, Tuesday brought incredible light. I joined my friend Wes and his wife, Wanda, for dinner in their home. Wes cooked a delicious meal I won’t soon forget. How kind and thoughtful of him to make all vegetarian dishes for me. Relaxing, stuffing my face, and enjoying wonderful conversation made for the best evening I’ve had in a long time. And the only thing I drank was water! We hope to make this a regular occurrence– I can’t wait to do it again– and I truly cherished the opportunity to get to turn acquaintances into friends. Come Wednesday I sat inside an office awaiting my turn for a job interview. Truth be told, I didn’t expect much. Even if they were interested in me I found their industry less than appealing– or so I thought. After spending an hour with the owner learning more about the company I knew I had struck gold. What once was considered a lukewarm prospect became my number one choice. At long last I found the field that would transition me from ‘job’ to ‘career’ and allow me to thrive. Never had I wanted something so badly. Once my preconceived notions shattered I recognized the golden opportunity before me and felt foolish for my previously dismissive attitude. Getting scheduled for a second interview, two days later, thrilled me.
I’m elated to announce I accepted the position today! Suppressing the urge to scream the news from the mountaintop, I’m opting instead for discretion. The best things are worth keeping close to your chest. Eventually I’ll reveal more details when the time is right. Stay tuned for the launch of my career on 1 April.
Because this next chapter comes with traditional hours my tutoring schedule remains unaffected. Currently my roster includes individual sessions with two elementary school students, working with a college writer, and teaching an SAT prep class for a small group. How grateful and humbled I am for the chance to make a difference doing something I love that supplements my income.
Photo from MemphisFlyer.com
Something epic’s going down at Shelby Farms tomorrow. Three words: Treetop. Adventure. Course.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,