Tuesday, May 1, 2018

{on an ordinary day}

Miss Hazel will be back here at noon or so. Her mama has finals to complete, and probably needs some 'me' time after. Our son left Saturday for the first step toward his deployment. He'll spend the next month at an Army camp out west in the US followed by a week at another camp for medical, then home a few weeks, then a few more weeks at yet another camp then Germany followed by his official deployment location. Do you follow? In laymen's terms, it's 3 months training plus 9 months away to add up to a year.

Hazel's mom got called for federal jury duty selection for next Monday. When the paperwork came, she marked 2 items in the list which should allow her to pass going. Breastfeeding and full-time student. They said no. She was put out, understandably. Eyeroll to official person who declined her. Said next week she's going to take Hazel with her to prove her point. Plus if she was called up, it'd be likely while our son has a brief home stay before leaving overseas. Bad timing.

I asked her yesterday if she has any trouble getting in people's faces and she said not if she feels strongly about something. Her husband is getting deployed. Show some compassion folks.

The things we have to juggle.

My house is sad. Needs vacuuming. Rugs need beating. Bird cage needs the tray emptied...a big cage on the cabinet. Our Conure loves plain unsalted crackers and saws them with her beak, making a sizable sawdust-looking pile on the bottom of her cage.

But babysteps after me being sick. Still coughing. Goodness. Everywhere I turn, the house pouts at me. Clean me, dust me, it says. I go outside. Sweep me, rake me, weed me.

In time my old busted house. In time.