...encountered some irregularity!! Wouldn't you know, the day after I make a proclamation about being regular, it all goes to hell. It turns out that I orientated alongside Maddy nearly the entire time -- except for about 45 minutes yesterday afternoon when I snuck out during the most yawn-inducing part of the program to check out Herschnerr's. I heard over the radio on the way into town that they happened to be holding a WAREHOUSE SALE and that was it, I had to go! The break was great, but I was rushed and didn't dawdle... and didn't buy a thing.
Orientation was actually not half bad! It appears that they've learned a lot after holding these year after year. The schedule was tight and they packed in a lot of information -- but more than that, it was a very tightly adhered-to schedule. The presenters all seemed very knowledgeable about their subjects and well prepared -- some of them were downright entertaining. I laughed! I laughed about sending my youngest to college, about financial aid, about changing majors* five times in the first year, even about FERPA (one of the stupidest ideas we've ever had).
So, other than my run to Herschnerr's, I was listening to presentations with Maddy or with other parents, or going someplace to eat or listen to more presentations with Maddy or with other parents, or watching the stars in the planetarium sky, or driving or sleeping. I didn't get the laptop out once and the camera barely saw the light of day. I forced myself to cast on and knit a row for a new baby hat last night or there'd have been no knitting, either. I didn't think ahead at all about suitable knitting for listening to presentations because I wasn't really intending to listen to ANY of them!
Not that there wasn't knitting in the air. The Krafti1 was there with her eldest and recognized me. Can you believe it? We ran into each other a few times -- and she was knitting way up top in the back row of the theater where most of yesterday's programming took place. Also, last night, I spotted someone knitting on the steps to one of the main buildings -- Maddy and I were in a rush to find the planetarium, so I didn't get a chance to speak.
I heard part of a quote today that has stuck and I must share. It is from The Bridges of Madison County, Francesca speaking to Robert:
When a woman makes the choice to marry, to have children; in one way her life begins but in another way it stops. You build a life of details. You become a mother, a wife and you stop and stay steady so that your children can move. And when they leave they take your life of details with them. And then you're expected move again only you don't remember what moves you because no-one has asked in so long. Not even yourself.
I feel fortunate that I sort of prepared for this -- probably from the minute I turned my back and left Katie in her dorm at Humboldt State and cried my way back to Wisconsin six years ago. It took some experimenting, some trial and error, some stretching -- none of which I regret -- but I did remember to ask myself. And I think I have found what moves me. It makes me tingle, anyway.
Shooting into the bean at Millenium Park and the boys walking towards it, hand-in-hand. So sweet. I never shared! More to come...
*1. She was a psych major when we arrived at orientation, a registered biology major when we left.