Posted by Elizabeth
So I haven’t posted in awhile. Six months? Sorry about that. We’ve been doing mostly okay. Mostly good days, able to count time in days. I honestly don’t remember much of the summer. If something crazy exciting happened and I forgot it, um… sorry?
In June, I got a promotion at work. Actually, I saw an opportunity to advance at UAB and went for it. The title was Financial Associate (note the past tense, more on that later) and it was for Rehab Administration (Spain Rehabilitation Center). I loved my boss, loved the people in the department but the job was just more than I could handle and I learned something invaluable – HR and Finance are not for me. The HR part wasn’t “You’re hired” or “You’re fired” thankfully, but it was keeping up with new hires, terminations, and leaves of absence. For about 130 people. As for the finance aspect, I should’ve known better. Back in the early 90′s I was an accounting major for 1 semester. But I’m the keeper of our household budget and checkbook (and enjoy it), so I thought this would work. Nope, it’s different. And much MUCH bigger. So, in September, I turned in my resignation. It was a one month, but we agreed that if at the end of that month the position wasn’t filled, I’d stay on until either I had something or they had someone. Unfortunately, they found someone before I found something. The upside is that it took two months so we had some more time to buckle down and set aside. I’m officially on the hunt – if you know anyone who could use a damn good secretary, send them my way!
For Keith’s birthday, I took the day off, had lunch with Taylor and then she & I got balloons. We brought them home, attached notes then went to the cemetery to release them. Brian spent the day with a friend (Keith’s god-father) and had some good, quality, guy time.
My birthday this year was a biggy – I’m the big 4-0! Brian worked with some friends of ours and put together an awesome shindig. It was wonderful! I also did something wild and crazy and got my tattoo touched up and added to. The butterfly was faded (it was 17 years old!). I got forget-me-nots (Sept birth flower), a treble clef, and a bass clef added to it. It took about 2 hours and yes, it hurt. A lot. Below is a pic of my cake (yes, that’s a smurf on top – I am a child of the 80s!) and a pic of the finished tattoo.
Oh, and Brian broke his wrist. Not at my party, it didn’t quite get that rambunctious. He was playing softball in our church league and
for some insane reason decided to try to steal and slide into second base. He managed to shatter his triquetrum (little bitty bone in the hand, close to the base of the thumb). Several weeks in a cast (or 2 or 3) then some OT and he’s pretty well back to full use.
Some more upbeat news – Brian picked Taylor up one afternoon and when they got home, she handed him a piece of paper announcing testing for the Science Olympiad. She asked if she could do it and, of course, we said YES! She smiled and said, “Good, because I’ve already signed up. The test is Monday after school.” It’s primarily 4th and 5th graders, but they allow a handful of 3rd graders in who are then guaranteed a spot on the team in the 4th grade. She made it!!!!
AND Keith’s garden is almost finished. We need outdoor furniture in order for me to call it “done”. Did you know that it’s incredibly difficult, if not impossible, to find outdoor furniture in October? I know! I was shocked too! This is a link to our Flickr page that has the photos. I still need to add the “before” pics.
And, of course, November 18. The one year anniversary of Keith’s death. I took the day off and expected Taylor to want to be checked out early as well. She surprised me, though, and wanted to go to school because it was an all day science day. I believe that to be a good sign! Her counselor had suggested that we do something to remember Keith that brought to mind happy memories. Since he was only 2 months old, there wasn’t much to go on, but Taylor said, “Habanero’s!” At first, we thought this was just a ploy to go out to eat, but then she told us about a Wednesday night that, instead of eating at church, we went to Habanero’s because “the baby wanted Habanero’s”. This is where I squirmed a little. Anyone whose been pregnant or known a pregnant person understands that, while we genuinely do have cravings, there are lots of times that “the baby wants” REALLY means “I want”. This was one of those times. I remember the night she was talking about even. I didn’t like what was on the menu at church that night so “the baby wants Habanero’s”. While Brian & I know the truth of that statement, Taylor believed it with all her heart and, for her, it was a very happy memory so we went out together and celebrated Keith.
So here we are – 6 months summed up in just under 1000 words!