Molting.

I can hardly believe that it is September!  And, fully, not the first, not the second... it's the 9th already!  Stuff is going on around here, not particularly exciting stuff, but stuff anyway.

I was at a client yesterday and a recruiter called me.  She was trying to fill a position in San Francisco.  I explained that for me to give up a job where I get to work from home several days a week, drink wine with clients in fancy restaurants as a regular part of my duties and have fabulous benefits to commute an hour by BART to the city, there better be a private jet inckuded in the package, oh, and those $900 boots from my previous post.  She said she'd get back to me.

I picked up my rings at the jeweler.  My fingers have been shrinking or something because my wedding band kept wanting to fly off my finger.  Not so anymore.  I also had sized the beautiful turquoise ring my mother gave me when I last visited her in Seattle.  I am wearing it on my right hand right now and I love it.  It is very unique, green turquoise with a little diamond on either side.  It isn't that it is a particularly fancy or valuable ring- I just remember my mom always had it on her finger when I was little.  It was always there when I went to hold her hand.  And I have my mother's hands, I mean they are amazingly similar.  So, I'm glad to have it and to be able to wear it and someday, maybe Viola or Avery will want it and remember it from my having worn it.

The hermit crabs, all three of them, have gone underground.  They are all completely burind in the sand and have been for days.  I'm a little afraid they are dead or something but maybe they are just molting.  If they are molting it would be a Bad Thing to disturb them.  But if they are dead, it would be kind of a Bad Thing to let them just sit in there.  So I don't know what to do.  I guess I'll wait a little longer and see if they emerge.  I wonder how long molting takes?

Viola has been shut out of fall soccer because I didn't register her back in MAY.  That's right, if you want your six-year-old to play soccer around here, you have to be on the ball and sign them up six months ahead of time.  She's going to continue the swimming lessons two days a week and then try out gymnastics at a new gym. 

Viola has been on a kick to acquire some funds, presumably to buy ice cream from the ice cream man at the park.  She goes in and makes my bed and then comes and gets me and shows me.  I ooooh and aaaaah and then she says, "Can I have a dollar?"  I don't know why I find this so amusing except that she's turned into one of those guys that washes your windshield for you at the stoplight.

I finally had my bumper repaired and go to pick up my little car today.  I've had a loaner the past couple of days, also a Lexus-- but I love my little IS and this other car feels like a boat and makes me a little surly to drive anywhere.  I'll be ever so happy to have my car back.  I miss it.

I know there has been alot going on and I haven't even really begun to touch on it, but it's time for me to go eat some Honey Smacks now for breakfast. Yum!

Comments

[Dawn]

I suppose if they are dead, you'll smell them soon...right?

[Amy]

I would think so... ecept they are pretty buried in the sand... may be a somewhat anaerobic environment, not much decay? I don't know... none have emerged as yet . =(