***The restaurant where my mother worked for more than 30 years recently closed down after they decided not to renew their lease. Her company was bought out by some other giant company at some point, and apparently they have no sense of rewarding loyalty and did not recognize my mother's years of service. I'm annoyed on her behalf. (She'll be otherwise fine, by the way. Her fiance is gainfully employed, and she could likely get another gig easily with her experience if she decides not to officially retire.)
***I don't like that stores are open on Thanksgiving, and I have no plans to do any holiday shopping on that day.
***This year seems extra out-of-control with skipping Thanksgiving and going straight to Christmas, but I did let Em say a quick "hello" to the mall Santa today. His elves were working extra hard to get kids' attention since there were no visitors. We had just come out of an accessory store, where Em had gushed over a bright, beaded necklace. So when Santa asked what she wanted, she said, "I want a necklace!" He replied, "I'll see what I can do for you!" It was literally a 3-second conversation, but she was beaming. I wouldn't be surprised if that necklace makes an appearance Christmas morning.
It's finally starting to feel like fall. As much as I love being back in Los Angeles, there was something magical about Portland's fall days. When it's a rare overcast and chilly day here, I'm reminded of the PNW.
We have a gym membership, but I was thinking maybe I'd start running again, with Mimi in our jogging stroller around our neighborhood. I changed my mind yesterday, though, when I heard about my friend who'd been robbed at gunpoint for her iPhone while jogging just a few blocks away! In broad daylight, too! I know I can't keep myself in a bubble, but our nice neighborhood has been a prime target for crime (nearly a dozen break-ins last month alone, and an attempt just a few houses away the other day), so we're all on high alert. I think I'll be making use of the gym instead.
Our plan is for me to rejoin the workforce when Mimi turns a year, which is just a few short months away. I'm not sure what I'm going to do yet, but I get a little anxious thinking about it. I'm excited about the idea, but I'm already dreading leaving my sweet girl.
Is there anything more adorable than a man wearing his baby? I think not.