Nerves, excitement and frustration

I wanted to begin by complaining about the cold, but since so many of my blogging friends live in much colder climates, I really can’t. That said, it’s still cold!

I’m excited about this coming Saturday. I’ve been invited to our local book store to do a book signing! 

 I’m about equal parts nervous and excited. I realize that I might be alone all morning chatting with the books store owner, rather than avid readers. But I don’t care, I was happy to be asked and I’m anxious to see how it goes.

We spent part of this last weekend painting and shopping for new gas logs. There is still nothing moving forward on the redecorating. They did this – then everything stalled. What do you think of the look? Should I just learn to love it? 

The bookshelves are supposed to be in the process of being built and ready to go in this week or next. Then other things can happen, eventually.

Another thing caught my interest this weekend. Mollie and her friend decided to go to their old alma mater’s game. Okay, fine, but the weather was lousy! Torrential downpours, thunder and lightning, a dark curvy road to get there, extreme cold. You can picture it – the kind of night every mother want her daughter driving in. I met them as they came through town to grab the dog – Nick and I got to babysit, and to give her some rain pants and warm gloves.

She text shortly after they got there to tell me not to worry about her driving home in the rain – it was snowing. Yep, I felt much better. Anyway, she and her former roommate made it back in one piece, frozen but alive. Saturday it was pretty and clear and they went back to the mountains hiking.

Then on Sunday, out of the blue she pipes up, “I know you thought I went hiking yesterday with old roommate, but I didn’t. I went with a guy.”

I managed an, “Oh…”

“Yeah,” she went on, “he was at the game too.”

We were in the car so I didn’t even look over as I said, “Well, at least that’s a reason to have gone out in the storm.” I did catch an eye-roll. 

And then I said one of the most difficult things I’ve ever said in my life. I told her, “I’d love to hear more about it whenever you want to tell me. But I won’t ask any questions.” 

“Good,” she answered and that was the last word on the subject.

Arrrgggg…

For new readers my daughter isn’t some fifteen-year-old going on her first date. She’s a lovely twenty-seven-year-old going on her first date. Well maybe her second. I wanted to pin her down until I got every last detail. But I didn’t. I deserve a good mother metal!