“Oh…nothing very definite.”

I’m very much feeling like Vladimir and Estragon right now. They spend their day waiting for Godot, not even sure of why they are waiting for him or of what will happen if they do in fact meet him. And, like their plight, I’m still waiting and wondering. But what else can I really expect?

Yesterday was my older son’s high school orientation. It had slipped my mind that I knew one of the guidance councelors–but it totally shocked me when I realized that my son knew her from when he was like five years old! (She had worked at a coffee shop that his grandmother had frequented with he and his brother in tow). The evening was fine, except that our particular tour seemed to get done about 15 minutes before any of the others. We definitely got the discount tour. Hope that guy doesn’t turn out to be the guidance councelor we’d have to deal with. But we often have ways of making that happen.

Oh, and my younger son’s team won their first baseball game of the year–I had to miss it because of the above mentioned open house. He didn’t do so great at the plate 0-2, but he was psyched about the big first win.

Speaking of being psyched about wins, I won my first (and probably only) pool match of this session. *flashes pool playing gang sign* And I did it handily–winning three in a row.

Go team, yay.

Of course, though, there’s the other side of my day. Writing ed plans, doing testing, having a really really difficult visit with my father at the hospital, and just generally feeling out of sorts with this effing inscrutable world that I have created for myself.

Anyway, dear readers, I hope yours is better than mine.

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