Sunday morning

Had a wonderful conversation with my daughter on the phone today.  We both finally got brilliant at the same time and figured out that - duh - we should just turn the video off of skype and then we can actually talk, and having figured that out, we can talk every Sunday, and it won't cost us anything, which is good because we are both broke.

So, here she is starting a new life over after being thrown off Mothership and losing her business thereby, and being basically unemployed and homeless in the street with her toddler, and here I am starting my new life over after having jumped Mothership myself, and my husband dropping dead, and finding out who I really am without him.  I'm finding myself, and finding out that I'm not who I think I am, so I'm in a perpetual state of "starting over."  I dress differently than me, and like different things than me, and love way more people than I do, and who am I anyway?  There are so many things I would like to be doing, is staying here going to my job every day really it?  What is holding me Here, really?  So, this morning decisions were made.  Within 2 years either she will be here or I'll be there.  Knowing that makes getting to sleep so much easier for both of us.

Meanwhile, ok, this is why I don't really worry about her.  Along with the horror stories of life as a broke, homeless unemployed single mother with no geographically convenient support group whatsoever, also come stories like this:  she is building her own house and having trouble with the decorations.  My granddaughter doesn't relate to the princess decorations she put up, so she has to update them with Dora the Explorer.  She spent 45 days at an Act for Change event, at which she made 4 lifelong friends and her daughter had a ball, and for which she created a Facebook page for daily following and gave the volunteers a way to stay in touch for the rest of their lives, for which I asked if she got paid?  Uh, no, she didn't get paid.  She sponsored the event.  Okaaaay.  And we wonder why she's broke?  Well, as it turns out, oy, she's such a mensch.  She's organizing her money better and ... actually, she's doing what I've been doing - learning to set aside money and plan how to use it.  She was actually able to afford the dentist when she was dying of pain with a toothache.  That's big.  When I come to visit no, I won't be sharing a room with the kid or sleeping in her office, but she has an actual guest room.  I don't know how we do it.

She's such an inspiration.  She told me she reads my August blog post every day.  Huh? I forgot what I wrote.  We both LOLed.  We even said to each other on the phone as we were laughing "LOL."  I'll have to go see what I wrote and see if it gives me daily inspiration.  

Meanwhile, I can stop worrying that my granddaughter will grow up before I meet her.  Two years will be plenty of time.

And while on the subject of babies, I got to Skype with Viv while I was in Miami.  She runs around and chatters now and has beautiful long black hair. But this is the most recent picture I have from June 2011.  She's standing!

Her grandma told me this story about her: She calls fish "sh" and giraffes "ff" and ducks "ck".  You get the idea.  So, when she saw a swan, you know a duck with a long neck, it was a "ffck." "Look ma, a f*ck!"