mom and baby roo
Originally uploaded by bugbiteme.It seems essential to say that today is my mom's birthday. She would have been 62. 62 seems so young and it's so unfair that she's gone already. There are real effers that live to 100. Like I said, it's unfair.
Can we talk about work? I have a new-ish job. I floated from one unnamed public agency (UPA) to another. The new UPA is a much better working environment. My morale is much higher now that I do not have to check in with someone before I use the bathroom. Most of my day is spent editing text and doing fairly simple admin work. I do my tasks quickly and I try not to let on that I can do much, much more for much, much less. Lunchtimes are awesome. I love being downtown. When the weather is nice, I eat in view of the Capitol building. The gardens and trees are blowing up right now. It's springtime in Sacramento! I've been riding the light rail to work, which is not bad so far. I haven't really been bothered by anyone (unless you count the fellow commuter who wanted a dollar and the other woman who wanted to use my phone to call her friend, um no and no) and the trains have been on time more or less. I commute during peak hours, so it's been kind of crowded. I can never find a seat, but there's usually a handle to hold. Overall, it's better than when I was working in Natomas. And every day, I remind myself I'm doing it for Ira. Do you know he can name the 7 continents!? Amazing. That school will have him ready for Harvard School of Dental Medicine in no time.
This kid has it better than I did in so many ways. Like, right now, we're waiting for his passport. Really. We'll need it for a family trip to Mazatlan in a couple of months. I didn't get my passport until I was married! Man, Ira's going to be so stoked on Mexico. Quesadillas for every meal!
