It's another semi-annual kids consignment sale on the books. The prep is crazy and all-consuming, but it's such a relief when it's all over. It got me behind in some editorial consulting; so I had to try to catch up this weekend. Another grant review planned. Some extra money. I've had my eye on Portugal for some time. It's one of the countries in central Europe that I haven't visited, and I spent a few months trying to learn Portuguese on Duolingo. The consignment money, along with my consulting money, should make for a decent trip, if I could just commit.
Boop has started another round of auditions and practices
for a local play. I let her pick one thing, and aside from flute in school
band, which doesn’t require much from me, she wants to do acting. She lost out
on her student council bid, but maybe the quality of her campaign has helped
people to see her in a new light. So, now she has thrown herself into learning
about all of the annoying and bratty little kids in Charlie and the Chocolate
Factory. How many times have I heard that she wants a ‘bean feast?’ She didn't get a call back, but if she keeps at it, she will get there.
More adventures in topomax for this struggling momma. Among other funky sensations, my hands and feet felt like they were perpetually asleep. Good times. I got a promotion at work, and in my first meeting with students, I almost cried. Embarrassing, and I apologized profusely. A few days later, I dropped an apple at church and said the d*** word in frustration, in front of the pastor's wife no less. I could only laugh and apologize. She knew my challenge. We had already had the discussion about topomax, well known for the 10 point IQ drop in her psychiatry work. Fortunately, the neurologist backed me down to a lower dose. My eyes are still a bit psychedelic; the funky migraine aura light show continues. Last word from the neurology nurse, it could take 3 months for the topomax to make a dent on the migraine auras, and I'm thoroughly unimpressed so far.
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