life is like this…
Time – passing so quickly just now. But not fast enough.
MRI looming for Mum and she has entered the displacement phase. Her worries and anxieties have resolved themselves into a shopping and painting frenzy. She refuses to mention fear. The Big C is no-go-land for us all.
I spent yesterday evening with my brother in Ayrshire. I was working down there (well, I did a slot at a staff development day which ended at 4pm with 10 pin bowling – not really work) and he lives in Kilmarnock, just 12 miles from Ayr, where the day was held. Nice hotel, lovely lunch and great people to speak to – topped off with 3 hours with my bro.
We fretted over my mother. Had a sibling worry-in. And I was too polite to refuse the huge dinner he prepared me.
I eventually drove home – feeling queasily full on the windy twisty A71 – and realised, fully, completely, that my mother is making her own choices and that those choices have to be respected. In fact I understood her choices. That is progress.
On the work front I have scored a success. I endured a strange interview on Tuesday morning -survived the grilling by 7 people – and was offered the job.
I will start August 14th as a f/t employee of a Trade Union. A niche TU. For Scottish secondary school teachers. Advice and representation work. Fitness to practice. £13000 rise plus benefits. Nice one.