Another three and a half months have gone by. Must be time to update the blog.
I don't now what it is that gets me in and out of the habit of posting. I think it is a combination of having too much to do at work, not feeling that I have much to say that is worth reading, and being mildly disgusted by people who seem to think they do have things worth reading (that often aren't). I don't want to be That Person; someone who thinks she is imparting life wisdom but really is just generating eye rolls and raucous laughter. (I don't think I'm in much danger of this, actually. I don't have any life wisdom, and I'm either paranoid or snarky enough to be the first among eye-rollers and guffaw-ers. But still.)
So, here's what's what, in the interest of the Young Prince's Future Biography:
He began a new school in January. It's a "separate day school" that appears to focus more on teaching kids to be civilized human beings and less on academics. This is turning out to be a good thing, in many ways. He's allowed to make mistakes without being kicked out for weeks on end. There seems to be a better understanding about intent; he's no longer being sent home because he inadvertently traumatized some crybaby who happened to be walking by when he cracked an ill-advised joke about Doctor Strangelove. I am sad that he's not in band, but that's really about it. I'm worried he's losing academic cred because this place doesn't have honors classes, but the more I read about college campuses and safe spaces these days and the delicate flowers that they are turning out, the less excited I am about him ending up at any of them, either. He'll probably end up expelled for writing a paper saying free speech is extinct in classrooms. But when push comes to shove with Putin, I'll throw in with my kid over the one who can't hear the word "missile" without having a heart attack -- any day, twice on Sunday.
In February, we stayed indoors and worked a lot. Not Your Average Blogger finished his second book and I edited it.
In March, we went to the Festival of the Book and had a lovely time. I had a great birthday and got lots of very cool books for a new project I'm thinking about, plus a crazy generous gift from my parents that will literally get buried on our property as we invest in a new septic tank.
When we got back from that, I got a publisher for my book, and it will be out this summer. So now I'm gearing up for all manner of promotional opportunities, and the stuff I'll need to do it. Rah! I don't know if that will involve more updates here, but it will definitely involve more posts at the other blog, so be on the lookout for that!
This past week, we went to New York to see an exceptional young lady perform at Carnegie Hall with her high school symphony (in a stunningly good performance). I am acquainted with said young lady because I went to high school with her mom, and she and I got to hang out the day before at the 9/11 memorial, plus adjoining pub, along with her sister. The YP was happy because he got to see a couple spots used in scenes of movies he likes, NYAB was happy because the food was fantastic. It was a nice trip, and an amazing performance, and the Essex House provided sumptuous digs (and delivered a valuable lesson to the YP in the practice of Not Touching the Minibar). On Thursday, NYAB and I went to Opening Day and had a great time (even though the YP opted to stay home—or maybe because of that; I think we all actually had more fun doing what we wanted to do).
Nothing much of note coming up, though. More work. Hoping for some book events. Maybe some local history tours. And a work retreat in California at the end of June. So, see you around sometime, maybe.