Email

I've often said that life can change so quickly. A phone call or an unsolicited email can push your life path in an entirely unexpected direction. Earlier this week, we had this experience again.

 So in the weirdest and most unpredictable turn of events, it seems that Scott will be leaving his current position to assume one for which he is incredibly qualified. He applied, interviewed and was denied this position two times already. The final denial was the last straw and the impetus for us to start evaluating other alternatives because getting roughed up on a daily basis was not sustainable for our family.

We spent the morning filling out applications online before Scott headed into work. As I was getting dressed I received a text message from him with a screen shot. Apparently the individual who had been selected for the coveted position is unable to accept it, and they wanted to know if Scott was interested.

I had to redo my make up because the news made me cry.

The thought of Scott in this position, interacting and impacting a wider population of students is amazing. He is going to rock this new role, and I couldn't be happier for him. Selfishly, I am also elated because I am counting on this new professional endeavor to lift the Eeyore mentality that has taken over my husband. 

 

Mom Unfiltered

I had intended to attend the No Kings protest on Saturday with my Mom, but a last minute decision changed my destination. My dear friend's dad has entered hospice and I really wanted to visit both my friend and her dad. Instead of going to the protest, I drove to Allentown to spend the day quietly visiting. (I did wear a protest shirt which garnered some attention, so I feel like my views were still communicated.)

After visiting in the hospital I drove to my Mom's house for the night. The visit was too short but enjoyable. I wish I could have stayed longer, but the whole 'job' thing certainly gets in the way. LOL 

Of course, just because I didn't protest does not mean that my mom did not. Undeterred, she grabbed her walker and went into Harrisburg to lend her voice to the collective. My sister sent my a photo of her at the protest. I could tell by the smile on her face that she was having an amazing time. But the words on her sign made me laugh aloud.  She is certainly embracing the 'unfiltered' stage of life.