This is happening…

Since the last time I sat down to blog, I have accomplished a lot.  Probably why I haven’t found the time to blog.

Recent events caused a complete upheaval for one of my family members’ travel plans.  I am so sorry they weren’t able to make it home to celebrate our mother’s ninetieth birthday, but it has evolved into a full-blown family reunion.  First one in almost twenty years!

Seizing the opportunity, I approached the family about planning a get-together to celebrate all of the parents’ milestones this year, but in one fell swoop.  It is difficult to get all of us together in one place, at one time.

Quickly, I identified everyone’s schedules to consider.  This was so much easier when all of the grandchildren were kids and the parents had a lot more control.  Now, everyone is a grownup, taking care of grownup things, so this task has become much more complicated.

I am proud to say that by the end of four days communicating, we were able to get the pillars in place that allow us to move on to the more interesting challenges with planning and executing a family reunion.

This sounds really mundane, but it isn’t.  We were able to agree on a date, location, schedule travel and other arrangements for 20 people in less than one week.  That is pretty impressive by itself, but toss in the fact this involves 4 different states, 10 professionals, 2 senior citizens, 2 teenagers and a couple of great grandchildren and the breadth of the task starts coming to light.

Family reunion, here I come!

 

Day 2

This has been a week.  This has been a year and it is only March!  Yikes!

Today’s challenges – attempting to convince a corporate IT guy that it is okay to technically break the rules, because my boss said so.  Yea, that went about as far you might think it would or should.  Why do we have all of these processes and procedures if all it takes is a handshake agreement to get a ‘pass’?

I don’t care and none of this would be bothering me if it wasn’t interfering with the rest of my workload!  I am not one of those people sitting on a lackadaisical job here.  The woman who reminds me a minimum of 3 times per week to do a task that I have been doing religiously for almost 5 years – she has a lackadaisical job, but I digress.

These are the things that delay my progress in onboarding a new team member.  I reiterate, my process works as long as you dot all the “i’s” and cross all the “t’s”.  Folks there are no shortcuts.  Every step is there for a reason.  Each task has a prerequisite.  If you skip one or the other, or take a left instead of a right, that will cause a delay in your processing toward productivity.

I digressed again.  I think this is bothering me so much because this delay in processing is really putting a crimp in my week.  If we had followed the process, we would be done.  I would be able to focus on my personal life during my off hours.  But no.  Not this week!  This week, I have to keep noodling on creative ideas to solve this randomly introduced hiccup into the whole process.  What pisses me off!  (Here comes the truest statement I have written in weeks!)  This whole damn thing could have been avoided!  I stated very clearly in August that if we did this option, my process would not only break, but I would not be able to use my secret sauce to get ‘er done.

If I wasn’t already annoyed about the whole chaos step introduced into my world at work, my life gets a nasty wrinkle too.  Guess this is a reminder to care about what is important. We have an appointment to do our taxes tomorrow – that means homework for me tonight.  Then had my nightly family call.  The news is the oncologist will be doing additional research, putting together the history and present it to essentially a board of experts.  We should have treatment recommendations next week at this time.

Yeppers this has been a challenging week.

 

 

Pacific NW Term: Moist

I couldn’t believe it, I used the word ‘moist’ today.   The bright side is I used it properly. It has been dribbling rain off and on all day long and this is the absolutely appropriate term to describe the day.

Growing up in the high desert, moist was one of those terms we only ever used when describing a washcloth or to create a giggle amongst our friends.  Moist was never a term I used to describe the weather.  Definitely one that has wormed its way into my vocabulary since relocating.

Troubleshooting…

This is one of my better skills. I listen to what is going on and figure out what the correct next question is to help get us one step closer to a solution. Tonight I figured out why I am good at this.
During our evening call tonight, my mother had me panicked about a power outage and their deep freeze going out. It was a rather eventful day for her and she was still shaken.
If I had stopped listening at her description, I would be panicked and looking to buy tickets home.
Fortunately, my father was there. Repeating the information Mom had shared back to Dad, I was able to ascertain that someone left the door open on the deep freeze which led to a mess and Dad had turned off the power so he could fix it.
It took me awhile to get from ‘the sky is falling’ to reality, but I blessed to have that opportunity.
Thanks Mom for teaching me the listening skills.
Thanks Dad for teaching me the translations.

The Hard Way!

I am so blessed!  Both of my parents are still alive!  They are getting older, but I am lucky enough to still have them around!  We are separated by distance, but isn’t the internet supposed to shorten the distance and bridge the miles?  The short answer is no.

My parents have internet access.  My parents connection.  What my parents don’t have is the dexterity to operate a traditional mouse or a basic understanding of how to operate a browser.  It makes it incredibly difficult to share information in a timely fashion without these basic skills.

I am nothing, if not tenacious.  The old saying ‘where there is a will there is a way’ seems to be my motto.  So whenever I try to email my father something, I have him check to make sure he has received it, and then we play the game where he tries to retrieve it or view it.  Heaven forbid he ever have his security settings set so he could allow a link to come across from a trusted source – Me.  I set my account up as a ‘trusted source’ last year, but it appears he has changed his settings, again.  He is a wee bit paranoid, God Bless Him for that!

Well, as he would say, ‘That doesn’t stop old Cisco.’  I have more relatives who are adopters of technology, so I just leverage that.  I tell Dad which relation I am sending the email to.  I add a header to the forwarded message, explaining the situation.  This will usually get a smile.  Wait a bit.  Dad calls the relative.  This is a no-fail solution.  Dad gets what he needs.  My relatives get an opportunity to visit with my father – this is truly time to be treasured!  I get to impress him.    But even I have to admit, this is the hard way.

Adolescent Parenting

First demographic data point – I was an adolescent parent.  My eldest child was born before I reached the age of 18.  I don’t fit into the the roughly  two-thirds of adolescent women who have children out of wedlock, I was married to the father.  That doesn’t mean he was incredibly helpful, employed full-time, or engaged, but at least I could check that box that said married.    Another dot!

Adolescent Parenting -Evidence:  

Not long after the birth of my daughter, I realized the father just wasn’t going to live up to all of the ‘pie-in-the-sky’ promises he had spun to me on those date nights not that long before, so I set out to right at least part of the wrong I had done to myself.  Subconsciously, I began choosing the path toward being demographically incorrect.

I was still in high school when my daughter was born.  High school and pregnancy don’t mix.   Due to some decisions earlier in my life I was faced with the adventure of having to complete the requirement for physical education the last semester of my senior year.  Needless to say, that requirement wasn’t met and I didn’t graduate.  Here I was, a young mother with a dreamer husband, facing the world without the basic credentials necessary to get a job.  Not a good plan.  I fixed that.  I got my GED and began studying to achieve a degree in Accounting.  Accounting is the language of business, so there would always be a job somewhere, not to mention I was clueless about how to write a check or balance a checkbook at the  age of 18.

Things were looking up.  I was working part time at the school.  My daughter was healthy and happy.  The husband was still a dreamer and decided he didn’t like being a cabinetmaker, so he was going to explore his options.   His options, as it turns out, were to watch daytime television while I worked by butt off.  One would think that this option would decrease the need for daycare so I could pursue the path that would improve future circumstances, but that wasn’t the case.  The daycare costs were killing me and at this point my measly wages -($.1.10 per hour) – were what was feeding our little family.  This didn’t meet the bills.  Fortunately, as part of the options exploring, we had moved in with his parents, so at least we didn’t have rent consuming the bulk of my pay.  I was going backwards rather quickly – student loans, daycare, clothing the baby.  I went to the bank.  Before I was married, I had worked a lot of jobs and was quite the saver.  When I had married, I brought those assets with me.  I was shocked to find my accounts drained.  My husband had become my ‘legal guardian’ as he was over 21 and I was still considered a minor.   In his capacity as my ‘legal guardian’ he chose to ‘guard’ my funds.  To this day, I don’t know where they went, but there are quite a few creditors out there that could probably point you in the right direction.  There is a pang deep in my soul when I think about that day and how it changed my view of him forever.  I write this off as naive.  I was young and dumb.  We have all been there.  It is what we do with that choice that makes the difference.

At first, I chose to ‘sick-it-out’ for the ‘sake of the children’ and my personal religious beliefs on marriage and divorce.  One day about the time my daughter was 18 months old, things began to change.  This situation was not improving and I wanted out.  The father of my children gave me an out.  I reached out to my family and explained to my father that I hated to admit it, but he was right and I needed out of the marriage.  This was the best thing for my daughter and myself and I would find a way to make it work.  It is one thing to be a ‘deadbeat’ and entirely another to be a ‘cheating-philandering deadbeat’ who is dragging us down with him.  There was a lot of that ‘father-daughter condemnation’ discussion.  There is nothing worse than being a head-strong teenager who has to go back to her loving family and tell them they were right all along.  I sucked up my pride and humbled myself.  I chose to do the right thing, given the best information available.  He was gracious and took care of me; he got me the best attorney he knew and we met.   There was a statement made during that meeting that would forever influence every decision I made for the rest of my life:  “This isn’t about you, it is about the children.  You and <insert ex-husband’s name here> are the adults.”

I overcame the fact that I was an adolescent parent by realizing I was an adult at the tender age of 19.

What a week!

This has been whirlwind week. My daughter flew in for a visit. We don’t get too many of those. She just graduated with her Master’s this month and this was our time together to celebrate.

She is the ultimate over-achiever! I am so proud of her!
It is true that blasted, WASP-y value where the child’s success surpasses the parent. She has me. She has more degrees! Not only that, she is happier. She likes what she is doing and is doing what she likes. How could you want anything more for your child?