Seriously, sometimes Habtamu is wigglier than the kids. The light was low as the sun was setting and I kept telling him to be still so I could take a photo... maybe I should have asked instead.
Last Friday we drove over to Wayzata Beach to get out of the house and into some fun. There is a nice playground there and I was hoping to walk past the fancy pants shops after playing. Theo decided to walk into the lake, where he fell, soaking his clothes. I didn't have much for a change of wardrobe, so he got a dry diaper, a t-shirt, and Suvi's sweater. We skipped the walk because Daddy's socks and shoes were bogged down after fishing Theo out of the lake.
I have this fascination with that area--we went there often when I was a younger girl, teen years and early twenties--and the wealth that surrounds it. How is it that some people are thrifty and cautious, and engineering when it comes to money. I am so into the broke mentality that when I have a huge tip day, we always go out to eat, instead of saving it for a rainy day. And how is it that the "career" choices I have made, where I seemed to feel comfortable, have landed me in a job that doesn't bring home the bacon? Money will motivate me to do things--i am thrilled to save big with sales and coupons, work a long day with the good service total. But there is a part of my brain that believes money is simply pretty green paper that floats in and out of our lives. Meanwhile, I'm just amazed at the price of dinner, tunics and hairdos by the lake.
I toured a beautiful salon next to the Wuollet bakery when I was in beauty school. It would have meant an apprenticeship before I became a stylist. The manager was so chilly and the atmosphere so severe (actually, the lighting was dim. hello? how can you see what you are doing?) that I could barely make it through the tour. My instructor recommended that I see the place, she was very supportive and gave me great confidence in my abilities. She wanted success for me. Honestly, it was intimidating--both the salon and the thought of financial success. I'd been receptioning at a nice salon before I started school, I already had a chair waiting for my graduation, it was fun and S.A.F.E. Interviews make me ill; after that safe salon closed and before I found MOE, I had to have a potty plan near any salon I interviewed. I'm not really sure where that backwards safety stems, but it is a part of me that I would like to improve. At this point in my life it is too scary to look for a different salon. The flexibility with my hours, the clean living salon owners, the nerdy camaraderie with Mark (birds of a feather--he's a clutter bug too), the economy (I'm so sick of 'the economy')... I would have to start over, and I don't know that a new salon would pay enough initially to make a change the better option. I love the salon, and I have some really great clients (a few of them would probably love it if I were operating a little Westerly), but our money is so tight. I feel responsible. I feel like I am not contributing like I should be. I always wonder if I should be doing ballyage in Wayzata for the rich, and wish-they-were-rich ladies. I wonder if my thought about suffering under the Wayzata pretenses was correct. I wonder where people over there driving past the lake, living in mansions, and mini-mansions, in Porshe SUV's, get all that dang money!? And why don't they drive it over to MOE and save a few bucks on their blonding!?
My husband is awesome and he usually knows what i need. He sent me this note first thing this morning:
Thought for the Day: “Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.”