This and that

No updates on the mom stuff. I sent her a not-all-that-apologetic-but-polite email and haven’t received a response.

Weirdly, I have two friends in their late thirties in their second trimesters of surprise pregnancies who are on blood thinners and are in the processes of readying their homes for selling and moving. Huh. Husband is living with one of them (well, not just with her, that would be odd; with her family) and will, after she and the kids move out of state next week, continue bachin’ it* with her husband at their house (they’re keeping their furniture for staging purposes). The husbands work together and their house is near our old house, so it’s pretty strangely convenient all around.

Shortly after arrival, I become infatuated with the biking-distance Montessori school. We went on a tour. It was very impressive. Little one-year-olds selected an activity (“work”), put it on a table, focused on tonging shapes or whatever for dozens of minutes, then carefully put it away. It’s like they were drugged. And the school had violin classes, Chinese, gardens, art, Spanish-only teachers in every classroom. I became sad Little Girl would only have the opportunity to go there for one year, and promptly filled out an overwhelmingly complex application for one of the few available spots. I also gave them money.

Then I realized that being here was causing me to become confused about my socioeconomic class. Tuition was almost 7k, not including all kinds of fees. I’m not about to pay that kind of money to “educate” a person who is perfectly happy pushing her tricycle around in the backyard for hours at a time chattering about bugs and birds. I don’t even think preschool is necessary, certainly not fancy preschool, to begin with. So I declined the opportunity to take the next step (pay 100 bucks for Little Girl to talk to one of the teachers to figure out what age group she should be in, something I could tell them for free). School can wait. Hopefully we won’t even be here for much of the fall. Not that the general public appears interested in purchasing our house.

My friends never call me here. Sucks.

Thanks to the neverending miscarriage (still not at zero with the hCG, folks) I have now met my maximum of 6k out of pocket for the year. I am considering elective surgery on my arthritic toe, as well as following through with the recommendation from the maternal-fetal specialist on seeing a hematologist to pin down, via expensive testing, exactly which life-threatening blood clotting disorders I have, since bloodwork suggests I don’t just have the blah blah blah they knew about before.

If you could get free medical care, what would you go for?

* Not the looking for sex while the wife’s away definition. I mean, to the best of my knowledge. One can only assume.