Sunday, DD and I finally got to touch base with each other. It had been several weeks since we had talked so we had a lot of catching up to do. They are going camping this weekend so we won’t be talking—again. That’s okay. I’m spending part of Sunday at DS1’s house so I’m not home, anyway, and if we talked on my cell, it would use my minutes. Guess I could borrow a phone from my DIL or my granddaughter but, where they’re camping, they can’t get a signal. Either way I go, we won’t be talking.
Monday was Labor Day so I didn’t go anywhere. Sunday, I had practiced for my first week after I retire. As a result, there was plenty to do so I labored.
Tuesday was back to work. I like those four day work weeks but I like none even better. Time WILL pass. That’s one thing that’s very sure. Not many things are, otherwise. One week down and three weeks to go.
When there was a lull in the onslaught of patients, I made my announcement. At first, it was met by surprise and then there were exclamations of, “Good for you!” “That’s great!” Reckon they will be glad to be rid of me?
It didn’t take long for word to get around the hospital and I was met by the questions I’d wanted to avoid. “What will you do?” “Are you going to travel?” (I wish. Money will be tight so a trip to buy groceries will be traveling.) I answered, I will be doing nothing the first week that I don’t feel like doing and then I’ll be splitting my time between working on the house and whipping my blog into shape. I promise. One of the ladies from church asked me if I’d be moving away. She looked rather apprehensive and seemed relieved that I plan to stay in my little mountain home.
Wednesday, I left work at 11 and went to see the MetLife guy who is the counselor for the Mother Ship and all the Baby Ships’ employees. He finally approved of my plan and then assisted me in a couple of other areas. His Girl Friday is very friendly and outgoing. She gave me a couple of memory books for me to work on and give to my granddaughters. As if I’ll ever do it. We’ll see. I might work on them in my spare time.
Thursday and Friday were pretty much “accomplishing nothing” days. I’ll have to buckle down and Get Things Done the next three weeks. I still have a lot to do to get my desk cleaned out. I’ve already gone through some files and taken out anything older than seven years. That’s just a drop in the bucket, though.
Friday afternoon when I got home, I went ahead and put my fava beans to soak since I couldn’t do it last night to cook today. I let them cook all night, then put them in my largest round glass storage container. I had some left over I put into one of the smallest. I also made some Super Duper Gut Bombs to take to DS1’s place for a birthday supper. Can you believe the boy will be 47 on Monday? Can I be old enough to have offspring of that age?
Sabbath morning, I went to Sabbath School and church as is my custom. I announced that I would be leaving before the closing song (otherwise, I’m one of the last ones out). The pastor was late getting to the church and then had to set up his laptop for the PowerPoint presentation he was giving. It was “How Big Is Your Target? Part 2”. Given the lateness of the hour, he sped through it in record time but it was still almost 12:30 CDT/1:30 at my house when he finished. As he announced the closing song, I fled.
I changed into blue jeans, threw my stuff in the car and got on down the road. I arrived at DS1’s place in time to fix him his early birthday supper. There was no cake but it had been years since I’d been able to do something like that for him. I prevailed upon my DIL to make some of her onion gravy since the Gut Bombs were a little drier than usual.
DS1 made me a cup of herb tea (delicious!) with his Teavana Perfectea Maker his wife got him for his birthday. The loose tea half filled the container when they bought it and was ‘way more than they’d planned to spend. Guess this is the last time they’ll ever have some of this.
We just relaxed and visited by the “campfire” DS1 had built until after sundown, then we watched “Gnomeo and Juliet”. It’s a cute movie but not quite up to the hype. It’s full of Elton John songs which isn’t a big surprise since he was the executive producer.
I occupied the couch as usual and ended up with a crick between my shoulder blades that won’t stop. I’ve tried wall pushups that most times work and rocking on my back on the floor. I soaked in a tub of hot water and did wall pushups again. I guess it’s something that will just have to go away with time.
DS1 has gone to work. DIL is at her second job. My granddaughter is still snoozing away. I’ve shot myself in the leg. I brought the bottle of goosh that was getting low and had a hard time getting my 1 ml into the syringe. I’d failed to bring an empty water bottle to put my used syringe in so I went searching in the trash and found a PowerAde bottle that’s perfect. It’s going home with me. It should do me until I come back and find another.
Today is the 10th anniversary of 9/11. I’ve been hearing a lot of remembrances of that day that are heartbreaking. The pastor asked yesterday who remembered where they were on that fateful day and, of course, I raised my hand with many others. There were just a few who didn’t remember. Things like that are burned in the brain.
I’ve been thinking about all the things I will be able to do and those I won’t have to after the end of this month. One of these days, I’ll sit down and list them. While we were enjoying the fire it occurred to me that I’ll miss the 10th anniversary of the takeover of the hospital by one day. No biggie. It will be on Sabbath, anyway. I don’t know if anything is planned for the next week or not but, under the circumstances, it’s a moot point anyway.