Two things happened today - actually many more than two things actually happened, including progress on the back of the Minimalist Cardigan - but two things of non-knitting significance.
Thing One: I ran into my friend L's boyfriend M while shopping, and he told me L has been laid off from her job at fancy big multi-office silk stocking
law firm. This upset me even more than my own job issue, because retreating to a "fancy big silk stocking downtown law firm" was my safety net. Well, shit, scratch that.
So, while I'm still reeling from Thing One, I talked to Cousin C, who had talked to my mother, and then I talked to my mother and had another fairly positive conversation with her - I had to talk her out of her usual reaction - "It's so terrible, I don't know what to do, what will we do, might as well all kill ourselves now" - the last part isn't explictly stated but is the only conclusion one would draw from the first 45 minutes. By the end of the discussion I had my mother hyped to get on the bus - I don't know what is going to happen next, I know I'm dumping my house in the next three months, if this job hangs on I'll ride it out and look for something elsewhere. And I told my mother again that this is how it is, and that I may be moving back to MD in a few months if I'm lucky, and if she wants to come along she needs to start thinking about a cold weather wardrobe. And my mother squealed, " I still have winter clothes! I have a winter coat!" So she's on board.
Oh, and the thing that happened last week but I didn't mention. I'm sitting in the salon waiting for my haircut last Sunday, and thumbing through Orlando Magazine - they still have their November issue up on the website so don't bother Googling yet - did a thing on "best doctors in town" as picked by other doctors, and who is in there as the definitive brain guy? My hero, the guy who took a power saw to my skull in February. "Internationally known" he is, with an awesome CV. How 'bout that? Something kept me conscious enough to ask for him - sheer stubbornness, I guess. Honestly, my vision went black, my knees buckled, and as I was falling to the floor this is an exact transcript of my thoughts:"Oh shit, something really bad just happened in my brain. Must get Dr. SL to fix it." I remember that part so clearly. And I kept asking for him, I know, I have enough memory of the weird in and out of consciousness time to remember that. And I never really had any doubt that he could fix it - sure, other things could go wrong and that's why I was worried about dying in surgery and such, shit does happen, but as for the actual brain thing, I had no doubt it would be put right. And it was.
And tomorrow will be a most interesting day, I think.