COMPRESSION

Monday, January 30, 2006

One of the many ways in which relocating is a really strange experience, is that life decisions that usually take months and are prompted by natural occurrences, happen all at one time in a big hurry. In many ways, this changes the very nature of these decisions.

Example. You become pregnant or enter the process of adopting a first child. Or your pediatrician announces he/she is retiring. You then go on the hunt for a new pediatrician. You ask around, check insurance, compile a list from ivillage posts on What To Look For In A Pediatrician, perhaps even conduct interviews. The process can take awhile. And usually, it's a high priority in your life for that period of time.

But in the relocation process, this same task is one of a long list of high priorities that you must take care of in short order. A coworker suggests someone, turns out they accept your insurance, and you think, well, if I have to pick a primary care doctor, what the heck! I can always change it! And just like that, you've picked a pediatrician. You probably won't even remember his/her name a day later.

I am not sure what I think of this decision compression. On the one hand, it leaves no room for obsession, which is very likely a good thing. On the other hand, if one can only count on one's gut for 80% of decisions in life, then there will be a painful getting-rid-of-the-kinks process. And if the gut is right more than 80%, this means that prior to this, the obsession-based method has wasted whole bunches of time.

I think I will do some research on ivillage re: How To Properly Obsess Over Snap Decisions...

GUESS WHAT?

Saturday, January 28, 2006

"Hey Mom! Guess what?"

Sarah begins anything she says to me in this fashion. Anything from "I love you" to "Becca just flooded the bathroom." Two things are sure about what comes next:

  • If I don't say "What?", she will merely repeat Hey Mom Guess What until I do, even if I look at her in a way that should prompt her to speak her piece
  • There is never any way of Guessing What; Sarah's brain is deep and completely random

"What?"

We're driving home in January rain from Sarah's dentist appointment. She got her first filling, which she thought was "fun".

"Every ant colony has a queen that has a huuuge butt full of babies! She gets her own room because she has babies all the time. And when she dies, they split her open to get out the rest of the babies! And then the colony has to, like, SNATCH a queen from another colony or wait till the babies grow up to get a new queen!"

It really is not clear what brought on this diatribe. I don't try to figure it out anymore, I just allow it to entertain me.

"And ALSO, Mom. Guess what?"

I look at her in the rearview mirror. Surely the Novacaine is wearing off by now? "What?"

"There are these plants called Cobra plants and they are sort of like Venus Fly Traps because they both eat flies. But the Cobra makes like, FLY SOUP in its mouth while it digests the fly and you can see the soup floating around in there."

Because I am only home two days a week, Sarah has to give me a concentrated knowledge transfer before I go back to San Diego for a week. I have been home only 1 day and so far, I have gotten several Wonders of Animalia stories, a couple playground dramas, 3 unrelated stories about kids (including Sarah) losing teeth at school, hints about how to keep straight which English words have double Ls (really) versus those with single (sadly), news of the dissection of owl pellets in 4th grade science, and a run-down of all of Becca's Crimes Against Sarah for the week.

And I will never Guess What tomorrow might bring.

ONE DOWN!

Monday, January 23, 2006

We sold the house! It took a whole weekend of negotiating, and it doesn't close till April, but it's sold! It doesn't change our plan; we'll still move into the apartment in February, but it will be a whole lot simpler monetarily starting in April.

The big stuff leaves IL on a truck on February 16... Don and the dogs leave via car on the 19th... and the girls and cats and I get on plane February 21. Don will return in March or April to move the stuff that won't fit in 1200 square feet, into storage, and of course, move the Vette.

It's finally happening!

IN ALL THE HUBUB

Saturday, January 21, 2006


With all the crazy transitions happening, we forgot... it's report card time again!

Unbelievably, Sarah improved on the last report card, even in the midst of all this craziness! What a trooper.

PS, still negotiating that offer...