Meeting the girlfriend

Last night Bobby went to his school’s homecoming dance. All of us were at a loss for the nuances and etiquette of the thing - does he get his date a corsage? Do we pick her up? Do we all go to the door and meet her parents? How is he supposed to dress? 

Thankfully the outfit I bought him at Ross - dress shoes, black pants and black shirt - were entirely appropriate, and everything went well, and a corsage would have been over the top. She is, of course, adorable - when we pulled up, she was taking pictures on the street with her family, and the mom and sister came over to say hello. Obviously I won’t post her picture here, but she’s so cute! 

He said he was nervous as we were driving up, but he ended up staying the entire four hours and said he had a really good time. The H and I went to see Poltergeist (yet another movie that hits differently when you have kids) leaving Theo on his own at home, and everything worked out. 

It’s very odd to be at this phase of life. Having been a hyper-vigilant mother - every pen, marker, sharp thing put away, never letting them out of my sight for a second when they were little - now is the time when they aren’t so controllable. They are going to be at events without us. Out at night, not under our supervision. Forming bonds with people who are strangers to us. I’m sure this is far scarier for the girl’s family - can you imagine?? These strange people drive up and whisk your thirteen-year-old girl away in their car. Good lord! 

I definitely would never have pictured that being a “boyfriend” would be part of Bobby’s eighth grade experience. It’s 100% only because she approached him - who knows how long it would have taken him to ask a girl out - but it’s still an important milestone in his maturing. I for one am glad he has girls in his life (and non-white girls at that)  - I worry so much about these boys being red-pilled online. He started earlier than me - my first boyfriend wasn’t until the end of my freshman year in high school, although I was interested in boys since kindergarten. 

Today I’m taking the boys to see ET and that’s pretty much our only plan for the day. I just love these relaxed weekends. We would have been in the desert had it not been for the homecoming dance and concert Friday night. 

We went to Theo’s school Halloween carnival Friday, but it was a bit of a mess. I brought Theo’s inflatable costume and batteries, but it turned out you need a screwdriver to put the batteries in, and there was no time to drive home and get one. He was super bummed. We tried everything to get those screws out - after probably an hour we finally just broke the cover off, which worked. Then he ran around and had fun, thankfully, but Bobby didn’t want to walk around or get any food, and neither of them wanted to go into the haunted house or do any of the activities even though I bought tickets. I guess that’s how these things come to a close - not with a bang but a whimper. 

Here’s Bobby as we’re driving to the dance. 

Metaphors and Kings

We didn’t end up taking Bobby to the No Kings protest on Sat - I was too concerned about leaving Theo alone - but as we all now know, the day went by without incident, was fun and joyful, and we totally could have taken both of them. I keep saying “next time” I’ll start taking the kids, but it seems every time a new big protest rolls around there’s increased threats of violence, so who knows.

I was on a high from the great day when - jump scare - late that night one of the H’s old friends who I am no longer connected to on FB but regrettably saw my post of me dressed in a chicken costume (solidarity with the Portland frogs) due to still being “friends” with the H who was tagged, took it upon himself to comment that I looked “hideous and retarded”. This after his wife at the same time made a couple of snarky right wing meme posts about how if he really were a king these protests wouldn’t be allowed, blah blah. Now keep in mind, although we haven’t seen these people in ten years, I did meet them when the H and I first started dating; we went to their house for dinner because they were basically like family to him (they were family of his first wife who took him in and would have him over pretty much every weekend). We invited them to the wedding just three years ago - they couldn’t come, but I genuinely believe would have if they could. To go from that - pretty much being family - to calling me “hideous and retarded”, I found unbelievably cruel and out of line. What I wanted was for the H to let them have it - but in the shock and confusion of it all (FB changed how you reply to comments so it took me forever to figure out how to delete comments) I ended up deleting the comments before he could respond, and then blocked them both from both of our accounts. I realize I’m a light weight when it comes to this stuff because I have no MAGA friends or family and have insulated myself to where I pretty much never have to deal with those fucking people either online or in person, but this was really shocking and upsetting to me. I’m still not over it, truth be told. The sadism and cruelty this fucking piece of shit in the White House has enabled in our fellow citizens is really horrific. 

Breathe, breathe.

In some good news, after a failed Halloween shopping trip with the H over the weekend, I took the boys to Spirit yesterday and Theo got yet another video game-related inflatable costume, and much to my delight, Bobby agreed to be Napoleon Dynamite. How perfect is that?? Now I’m starting to get excited for the holiday. We all re-watched the movie last night for character study.

I went to Bobby’s student-lead conferences last week, and I have to say, (luckily) it was a bit of a waste of time. Everyone just said Bobby was doing great (yay). What I really wanted was to know what each teacher has planned for the year, but I guess that only happens at Back to School night, which I always miss because it’s always the first night of my event. I’m always a bit taken aback when I see how dirty and disorganized both kids’ schools are - the buildings are in terrible disrepair and strewn with trash. But hey - public schools in a big city. I’m sure mine were no different, I just don’t remember. 

In the background of our pleasant daily lives is all sorts of chaos - the shocking optics of the destruction of the east wing of the White House yesterday, the ceasefire in Gaza falling apart, the corruption and lawsuits, the government shutdown that may never end. It directly impacts us because all year I’ve been waiting for open enrollment to get the H on my healthcare plan, and that may not be possible now. He may not be able to have any health insurance at all, with rates skyrocketing. I’m not really sure what we’re going to do. If Newsom wants to be president badly enough he would find a way to get universal healthcare for California. Boy would that be great!

Murals and musings

Our mural is complete - the artist worked on it over the weekend and then a couple of days this week, weather permitting. I think it lends a nice air of whimsy to this place, now that we’ve transitioned from trying to hide (which doesn’t work, anyway - everyone knows we’re there). Once again I found myself crunching numbers to see how much it would cost to live out there, just for my own entertainment. Almost nothing, as it turns out - if I didn’t have this house to maintain, my basic expenses would run about $1000, just for me. It’s very tempting to sell this place and just exile myself out there and live off the proceeds and never do a day of work again. But, I have two kids that need to go to school, and I’m not really up for an exile in the desert, not yet. But I have to admit it’s nice to know that’s an option. 

Bobby announced he’s going to his school’s homecoming with his girlfriend and needed an outfit, so I tortured myself with a visit to the brand new chaotic Ross in our neighborhood. I got him some cheap clothes, including black pants, a black button up shirt, and dress shoes. When we got home we did a cull of his current clothes, and unfortunately all the men’s small band shirts I bought him no longer fit. But the good news is I can wear them, and also this gives lots of Christmas present ideas. At least he still wants to wear band shirts.

It’s funny to think that you need to be taught how to shop - he has no concept of how to find his way around a store, how to find his size, how to pick things he likes, how to try something on and determine if it works or not. He just sort of looks at me helplessly. And I’m no help because I positively loathe shopping, especially of not vintage things, and especially in places like that. With that said, I plan on hitting up Jet Rag, my favorite vintage clothing store, tomorrow to look for items for my fall Dark Academia look. I’m mostly looking for 70s velvet blazers, metallic belts, and maybe a mesh necktie necklace. I’m trying to evolve my look from cottagecore to soft goth, and trying to do it cheaply. We’ll see how it goes. 

I asked Bobby if he wants to join the protest Saturday, something I’ve never done before. He said he would. My only concern is leaving Theo alone, especially if something were to “happen”. So I’m not 100% sure I want Bobby going only because we need a free babysitter. But I also want him to start getting involved with this stuff - he’s old enough, and I give the boys daily updates on the political goings-on when we drive to and from school, so they’re both very aware of the fuckery going on.

Halloween has so far been very low key this year. Neither kid has any idea what they want to be, and they don’t seem to really care. The H will take them shopping maybe this weekend - my request, since he likes doing it, and, as previously stated, I hate shopping - hopefully they’ll come up with something they like. For me, I was burned out on Halloween by 11 or 12, so I can see how these kids just don’t have the enthusiasm they used to. They still seem to want to go trick or treating, though - although it’s funny to think that our years of doing that with the kids are numbered, too - two, maybe three years from now, they’ll be over it. Time is moving so fast these days. I often think of how huge Kid’s Klub, their babysitter and preschool, was in our lives for several years - and then, one day, poof! We just never went there again, and never will. Next Friday is the Halloween carnival at Theo’s school, and that, too, will probably be the last one we’ll ever go to, since the jr/sr high doesn’t have stuff like that. In June Theo graduates, and the days of driving up Eagle Rock Blvd to and from school every day are gone forever. I’m going to have to figure out a whole new drop off/pick up routine, and it probably won’t involve the library anymore unless I’m out of town. And that’ll be our routine for six more years. And then - all of this is over. It’s mind boggling, really, how fast it all goes. 

Spooky season

My two remaining band trips for the year are done - Chicago and Eureka, CA - so now’s the time of year where I pull my head out of the event-planning sand, take a look around, and think of things in my environment that need fixing or upgrading. 

After getting my beat up and broken drip line system fixed, I’ve got plans to plant up the planters in my yard - not with edibles, since they always get destroyed by the local fauna, but maybe this time some nice native plants, preferably perennials, preferably with pretty flowers I can make bouquets with. I’ve tried this and failed many times, but hey, hope springs eternal. I have fond memories of helping my grandmother populate her planter every Memorial Day with pansies and other pretty, colorful flowers for her to enjoy all summer in rural Connecticut - since I’m in the upside down where summer stretches into November and now is the best time to plant, I figured I’d give it a shot. 

We head to the desert tonight to meet with our muralist to get started. It’s going to be odd having someone out there with us; no running around naked, I guess! But I’m excited to get it started (and hopefully finished). I’m also excited to be out there in prime season - not too hot, not too cold. It kills me that every year two of the best weekends (end of Sept, beginning of Oct) get taken by band travel, but I did make $2000 which is paying for this mural, so there you go. I’m planning on heading out in about a month with friends, and then hoping we can replicate last year’s Thanksgiving dinner in the desert-stay until Sunday-trip. I’d like to do some projects out there (hook up my kitchen sink, set up a patio by the container), and also take a day to head up to the Mojave National Preserve and hike the Rings Trail like we did during the pandemic, and maybe hit up the lava tube which we’ve never made it to before. I just love that area. 

The local revival theater has lots of great classic horror films this month, so I’m taking Bobby to Night of the Living Dead, Poltergeist, and the family to ET and Ghost World. I wanted to take him to Carrie but decided that might be too gnarly so am going with a friend instead. Something shifted in his brain around puberty - suddenly, he can handle scary things. Theo is still a hard no. It’ll be interesting to see when/if that changes for him. 

I recruited Theo into helping me make banana bread, and we had a blast. So much so that I decided to buy a cute vintage cookie jar (natch) and set a goal to make cookies together from time to time. He does have an interest in cooking and baking, and executes things well, so why not? I’m worried about having sugary things around, but hell, I’m off the wait loss train until January. It’s completely impossible to lose weight at the holidays, so, fuck it. Hopefully the kids will eat most of the things we make. I only got two slices of the banana bread, so there you go. 

The future of our health insurance hangs in the balance, as it does for all Americans right now. I did get the usual rate increase notification, and it’s just slightly more than typical, but I’ve been waiting until November to get the H on my plan and apply through the ACA so it doesn’t cost a fortune; the Republicans could screw all that up for us. Even if I apply and get us a discount now, that doesn’t mean our rate won’t go through the roof in January. Like so many angry Democrats, part of me wants everyone, including myself, to get temporarily screwed over so that maybe, just maybe, people will get mad enough to finally bring the orange turd’s reign of horror to an end. I have zero predictions as to what’s going to happen with this government shutdown other than, as with last time, lack of air traffic controllers will probably be a deciding factor. Thank goodness even billionaires with private jets need air traffic controllers.