You know how sometimes life throws you these curveballs?
This is a baseball expression and means something unexpected and surprising happens for which you are unprepared.
Well it happened and it derailed me (again). But this time, it’s not a superficial misunderstanding, a miscommunication or some other unimportant-in-the-grand-scheme-of-things issue which left me hanging in mid air, unresolved.
I’ve been co-parenting my teens while not living at home. It’s been… interesting.
Did you know teens are not chatty? I mean, all this time when I was home with them they stared at their phones, chatted with friends, yada yada… they knew I was there, in the background, ready to pour food into their little gullets, but they didn’t really interact with me too much. Which is completely normal teenage behaviour, I’m not complaining here. They have their lives back now that lockdowns have been eliminated (for how long though? ugh…) Chatting with mom was just not… done. Or something.
I have two half-posts ready for Tarot Tuesdays but they sound odd. They are not ready to publish. I may skip this week and get back to my scheduled Tuesday series next week.
I also have another post almost ready where I complain about a comment Penny made on The Big Bang Theory. It hit a nerve. Allow me to give you a glimpse: old people are ugly.
Ya… no. I’m not in the right mood to address this comment today. 😛
AND, I have a lovely photo post almost ready to publish describing my first venture out to lunch at an outdoor patio. That happened last week when I spent six days with mom in the suburbs. On a whim, we decided to go to the old part of town and have pizza. They renovated the entire downtown along the Lakeshore, and it was really cute to go wander around and find a place to have lunch after the excruciating 16+ months of being locked up like inmates.