I felt like a bad aunt. I had talked to G and L about the possibility of a new job since November. And my gut told me after the first interview that I had a very good chance of landing this new job. It was a great opportunity for me. However, it would mean no more Fridays with G and L. I’d just have to make a little more effort to carve out time for G and L after the first of the year.
It still brings tears to my eyes when I think about MY day with G, and then both G and L, over the course of the year and couple of months between October 2010 and December 2011. When each of those kiddos was born, I vowed to be an aunt whom they would know well and be able to come to for anything. I am very fortunate to live only 30 miles away from them, so it’s not like I was never going to see them again. But yet it would be different.
Then I thought of all of the milestones yet to come, and how I needed to brace myself for those. I could continue be a strong presence in their lives without my own day. While I felt selfish at the moment, the tables will turn soon enough when they are older and making decisions in their own lives.
I thought about all of the families who are living hundreds or thousands miles apart. And I thought about those who I am close to whom I don’t see all of the time. It’s about the effort and quality time.
And it was time to start a new chapter, as painful as it might be. I needed to find my career path again, as I felt I had been floating around since I left Victory Enterprises in early 2010.
My sister and brother-in-law have endlessly thanked me for babysitting their kids. I always tell them I enjoy it, and even that is an understatement. I learned so much from my Fridays with G and L. They inspired me to start blogging about them. They reminded me how trivial my problems were when I saw their faces light up. While I didn’t cry as much as I thought I would when I drove home that night, I dreaded bringing this chapter of my blog to a close. So I procrastinated with these final posts. I didn’t want to type and cry at the same time.
Then I realized I had all of this new material for a new chapter: “Mel, G, and L”. A NEW CHAPTER. When one door closes, another opens.
Eight months after leaving a full time team member position at Target Optical, I was offered a position to return as the Optical Team Lead in the Davenport store. Sometimes one needs to leave something to know how much she loved it. So was the case with Target Optical. I gave my notice at Rainbow International of the Quad Cities upon returning from…….
2. Bestie Jen’s wedding in Kansas City: well worth the wait.
Jen and I have been friends since the fall of 1997. In some ways it seems like it was just yesterday we were chatting it up at random places on the Simpson campus. Then when you consider all the things we have done since then, 1997 seems like a totally different lifetime ago. This was going to be a tough one because I was so happy for her. After all of the ups and downs, she found a guy worthy of her. It was worth the wait. We had a blast that day, especially on the dance floor. Surprise, I know. 😉
3. The Bix
After thinking through all of the career move stuff and being busy and having so much fun with Jen’s wedding, it was a welcome energy release to run the Bix at 6 a couple of times in preparation for The Bix at the end of July. I finished in about 90 minutes, which was about the same time I had finished in two years ago. Maybe I need to train more seriously next year? It’s fun regardless of where I finish – as long as I am not the last one to cross that finish line.
How is it only eight days until Jen’s wedding? Sure, these past few weeks have been crazy, but it still snuck up on me. I had my dress and shoes in hand about three weeks before the wedding date. And the dress hung in the plastic bag for a good three days before I mustered up the courage to try it on.
I tried it on, and it fit! Well, mostly. Needed to take in the top. Story of my life. Not mad, just a predictable fact.
I also tried on my bridesmaid dress from sister Sarah’s wedding. Still fits! Woot! So what if I never followed through with this UBWP thing? (In my defense, I have run/walked the one and only Bix at 6 that has been held so far this year – 7 miles!!!) The dress still fits!
And one must not forget the shoes!
I finally took my dress to be altered at the beginning of this week. Delorus Bockwoldt near Durant is amazing. She’s an older lady who took care of all of the dresses for my sister’s wedding. I called up Delores, trecked on three miles of gravel with Smurfette, and the dress was pinned and ready to go. One day later, I received the phone call that it was ready for pick up.
One week from today at this time, I will be at rehearsal in Loose Park in downtown Kansas City. Unreal that my bestie from college is getting married. So happy for her!
Since April is mostly gone, I suppose it would be past time to recap March.
1. I joined BNI: power networking at its best.
2. Enjoyed a First Friday at the Mississippi River Distilling Company in LeClaire. With the exception of real Kentucky bourbon at the NFRW convention a few months ago, their Cody Road is the smoothest ever.
3. The Governor & Lieutenant Governor came to town.
4. St. Patty’s Day in Downtown Davenport. Stay tuned for the blog post.
5. Return of spiders. They are still friendly. My only issue is deciding whether to rename them or not. Are they the same ones as last year? Can’t really tell.
6. Met up with my red headed cousin Lena at my Grandpa Fosaaen’s old house in Ossian.
7. Began work on an office/bedroom in my Dad and stepmom’s farm house near Decorah.
8. Weekly Mad Men viewings with Beth. We watch on Mondays and with wine. Simply fabulous.
G had been so proud of his chicken costume the minute his mom brought it home. He even mowed the lawn with his costume on!
However, when the time came to go onto the proverbial stage, G was having a near meltdown. When he arrived with his mom, dad, and Lucy at my parents’ house in Durant, he did not want to become a chicken. So Aunt Mel did what she did best back during her preschool teaching days back in Pearland: She acted so excited and assumed G would be too. See, enthusiasm is contagious, especially with G. Mix in the fact that I’m not his parent, and I have hit a home run.
Within a few minutes, G was a chicken.
As we stopped at the first few houses, one thing slowed us down. G wanted to eat his candy right away. Had we been blessed with the entire day to trick-or-treat, this would have been fine. However, we had about an hour and a half. So little by little we all coached G on letting the candy wait for him unopened in his plastic pumpkin.
G was scared of only one house:
What freaked him out is still a mystery to me. Maybe it was the dim lighting?
Lucy played the egg role very well, only being mistaken for an angel one time.
Before I knew it, we were on our way back to Nana and Papa’s house for my mom’s birthday dinner. Double nickel!
Perhaps my favorite site of the trick or treating outing was the chicken crossing the road.
It’s so much fun to dream. And as I traveled my territory for work and strategically purchased Mega Million tickets at various small town gas stations a couple of weeks ago (total expenditures being $7), I could not help but to strategize what I would do with the money.
First, I would pay off everything: student loans, you name it. I would pay a year ahead on my phone bill and rent just to be ahead and not have to think about writing checks here and there all of the time.
Second, I would give money to my closest friends and family members. I would give a big enough amount to each person that would pay off their houses, vehicles, weddings, etc. and then give them a little cushion.
Third, I would donate money to charity. Having all of that money would be overwhelming, and giving a bunch away might actually lift a little weight from one’s shoulders.
Then, I would move on to my few splurge items. First, a brand new Chevy Camaro. Second, a beach house. Third, a coffee shop and/or winery purchase.
After that I would travel around and hang out and do stuff. For instance, I would be able to go visit all of my friends scattered across the country. And I would have time to help with everyone’s projects. When I grew tired of them, I could just hire someone to finish the job while I would have a cocktail with my friend or family member.
And, while not nearly as glamorous as so many other things I could be doing, perhaps the best thing would be having the time and freedom to lie by the beach and read for hours on end.
I nearly always have to do list items running through my head. True, I am a busy person. Lots of people are busy. And I am pretty sure a lot of those busy people have a switch to turn off the to do list once in a while. I struggle with finding the switch and then leaving it off.
During our Scott County Republicans Texas Hold ‘Em Tournament on Saturday night, I worked on data entry. I was not playing cards, but yet I could have put the netbook and phone away to instead enjoy the company of those around me. I participated in conversation here and there and did eventually shut down the netbook. But that was at least an hour or so into the event.
Then on Sunday night, I was at it again. I used the birthday get-together at my mom and stepdad’s house as an opportunity to upload some You Tube videos. True, I just checked on the computer a handful of times. But I was still thinking about checking the uploads while I was hanging out with the fam.
It seems that I am always thinking about items to do.
I suppose it is a good thing that I have a tough time just watching TV without doing something else. And my to dos keep me organized.
But I don’t want to miss out on the really good moments because I am too distracted to enjoy the current moment with 100% of my being. While my lists of to dos are part of me, I need to just be sometimes. Just be what? Just be still. Just be relaxed. Just be happy. Just be excited when the Donald fires the right person. Or simply just be.
I decided to arrange a day of fun in Davenport last year for my sister’s birthday. Sarah’s birthday was in July, but it was September before we both blocked out a day for the two of us.
The day began a little earlier than I had anticipated, with 7:00 a.m. mass at St. Anthony’s. Of course I didn’t have to go, but since Sarah was going, and it was across the street from my place, I joined in. I never knew they had mass that early on Sunday mornings!
Then we took a walk on the Mississippi River trail down to Hot Yoga of the Quad Cities. This was my first yoga adventure and the first time doing HOT yoga for both of us. Thanks to my sister piping up with “hamstrings!” when the instructor asked if we wanted to work any area in particular, she and I both found some of our movements to be a bit painful for the next few days.
The class was fun, and the hour went by very fast. We had one guy in the class, and all ages of women. I felt like a sweaty mess though, whilst everyone else took on a glistening glow. It even became tough to grasp onto various points of my arms and legs due to the immense perspiration. Very cleansing, at least.
After we hit the showers chez Mel, I introduced Sarah to Barrel House 211. She liked the shrimp tacos as much as I did! While sitting at a window table there, we found amusement in watching couples walk, run, and bike down the street in their attempts to win Necker’s Diamond Dash.
We finished the day at The Figge Art Museum. The Haitian art exhibit had recently opened, and we enjoyed a free tour of the museum with admission. We discovered a major donor and supporter of Haitian artists was from Davenport.
Not only was this a great day to bond with my sister, but we found so much to do in Downtown Davenport.