Last weekend we upended one of the last few moving boxes and discovered... Lilly's bed! I'd kind of forgotten we even owned one for her. I set it aside in the living room while I dealt with some other stuff. Otto found it there, picked it up, and took it into the laundry room to put it on the dryer (the only Charlie-safe zone for her food and water). She LOVES having it there. Every time I go in the laundry room now it seems she's in there, curled up in a swirl of cream and gray fur. I'm now behind on laundry because I don't want to turn on the dryer and disturb her.
Last Friday afternoon was sunny and relatively warm, so Bel went to play outside with her neighbor friend. I went down to check on her after 15 or 20 minutes and found her sobbing over being told she was just a little girl and not old enough to be invited to a birthday party thrown by a 3rd friend who also lives nearby. There were hurtful words said on each side, I'm sure, but Bel... well, she's a tender, thoughtful, loving person who was hurt as much by the fact that her friend would SAY something like that as she was hurt by being thought of as a 'little girl' by a 1st grader. "But I like birthday parties!" she cried. I wanted to cry right along with her.
She only calmed down after I told her that she didn't have to keep playing with her friend if she didn't want to, and then to make it a done deal I told her I wouldn't let her play with her for the weekend. She didn't argue, and we talked a few more times over the weekend about friends, and how to be a friend, and how to tell someone how you feel when they hurt your feelings. By Sunday afternoon she had her equilibrium back. Tonight I reminded her of an event we've been invited to on Saturday with the same girl, and she was excited about it. We're all going together as a family or I wouldn't let her go, because I'm not risking a repeat on that one.
Sunday I discovered a great section at PBS about girls' friendships (the site is called Understanding and Raising Girls). It confirmed some of the things I'd been thinking and was generally reassuring. To be honest, I'm not a confident friend myself. Making and keeping friends is really hard, and it's been one of the toughest things about moving this time. We've worried about both the kids making friends too, of course. If you ever wonder why we're contorting ourselves to stay in a specific neighborhood when there are a gajillion neighborhoods just like it all around us, well, keeping the kids in one spot long enough to make friends is a big part of it. I'd like that for myself, too.
Jon's project at work is going well enough that they've assigned extra people to the effort. There's a week next month where he's flying down to the plant with 7 or 8 others so they can all do... lean stuff. They'll spread out to do a variety of tasks on the factory floor, which sounds pretty cool. I'm sort of amused, though, that he's renting a minivan for the week and planning a bowling party for Thursday night. I believe he called it "hipster bowling," even. He's thinking he should have suggestions ready (maybe even reservations) for dinner every night, too. He's enjoying Tulsa, so I'm sure he's looking forward to getting to share some of his local finds with his colleagues. I know he'd like to get me and the kids down there sometime, too. It's really become his home away from home over the past year. Hard to believe it's been a year since he switched jobs...
After having nothing to apply for during the entire month of February, a slew of jobs popped up the first week of March. I'm applying to all of them and already had one interview, which is good because I'm slowly going crazy here at home. I didn't expect to get hired immediately, but I also didn't expect for it to take this long to get a nibble. I won't lie, it's discouraging. I know I could work in non-library jobs too if someone would hire me (not that that's panned out either, rewriting my resume in corporate-eeze is much easier in theory than it is in reality), but that's a depressing thought too. I love library land. Unfortunately I'm not alone, and there just aren't enough jobs for all of us. I keep trying because that's all I can do, but I'm not confident about where I'm going to end up.
For now, in lieu of a real job, I've taken on a couple of new houseplants. We'll see if they survive. I tend to buy them, pot them, and then forget about them entirely until they turn into crunchy brown stumps. Gardening of all sorts is lost on me, really. The one plant I'd be excited to see right now though is a palm tree. For the first time in my life I really, really want to go south to a warm beach for spring break.
Ah well. The days are longer and the gray slush piles will melt eventually.