Friday, May 01, 2009

Swimming lessons

I usually write positive things but this seems the perfect day to release some bad news at the micro level.

My job is 'being eliminated' on July 1. My boss told me the same afternoon I found out that I have some dental problems. The dental problems have turned into three surgical procedures. No dental plan. Small amount of savings as a nest egg for the unemployment will now be re-directed to the periodontist.

Sophie's favorite goldfish (it was actually black and silver) went belly up under my watch. I have yet to tell Sophie who named this little fish Midnight and faithfully reminded me to sing "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" each night to both Midnight and Goldie. At her last sleepover, though, she announced that the fish were older now and didn't need the lullaby. I think I need the lullaby. Goldfish is tucked away in a plastic cup in the freezer. I owe it to Sophie to let her decide how to settle the remains of her little friend. One if by land, two if by sea ...

Jenn is still trying hard to keep herself afloat. The latest there is a hole in the roof. You can't even make this stuff up.

May day, May day! I guess we'll keep treading water until the rescue ship arrives.

A mother-daughter sitcom. Or the Titanic.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

The best to you and yours - we will be thinking of you and hoping things go as smoothly as possible!

Suzanne

geogirl said...

And the hits just keep on coming...

So sorry to hear the bad news. I will keep you and your family in my thoughts.

slouching mom said...

oh, Mater. i am sorry to hear this news. xo

Patti McCracken said...

one hell of a year.

the rescue ship will arrive. It may not come when you call it, but it's always there right on time.

hang in there.

Mel said...

Mama said there'd be days like this, there'd be days like this my Mamma said. Be thankful that you can handle them with grace and wisdom. You're an inspiration.

cindi ruhl said...

Oh for the love of....

I call "uncle" on behalf of the family!

I am sending you all the extra karma and goodwill this Hungarian can muster...

With respect for the future, the brighter future to come

Roo

Meg said...

Oh, Elaine. I'm so sorry to hear this. Life is so hard these days. I hope things get brighter for you guys.

Patti McCracken said...

Re: the rescue ship. A little story. When I left chicago, I was also leaving a boyfriend. We'd already broken up (several times!), but he showed up on my last night with a bottle of wine.
We cuddled on the floor atop an old blanket I'd rolled out (the movers had already come) and we talked all night. Yep. Talked.
In our conversation he told me once about a dream he had. He said that in the dream he was on vacation and needed to cross a huge expanse of bridge, but found himself barefoot. Just as he wondered what he would do, how he would cross this hot bridge in bare feet, a sneaker truck showed up.

I hope your sneaker truck shows up soon.

I miss your posts.