I got a phone call right at bedtime Tuesday night that the
grandbaby of one of our accountants had died that afternoon. She was less than
3 months old and at her second day of daycare. I could not imagine the
devastation of her parents (she was their first child) and my co-worker. I was
ready for bed when I got the call but couldn’t stop thinking about it and
barely slept that night. So sad.
There was a pall over the office the next day and my energy
level was rock bottom so I just stayed as busy as possible to get through the
day. I drank copious amounts of caffeine on a nearly empty stomach (600 calorie
day), which lead to a sour stomach. We were supposed to go out for dinner after
water aerobics but I knew I’d never make it so asked if anyone would mind if we
postponed until Thursday. That actually worked out better for most everyone (I
hadn’t been the first to bail on Wednesday night) so I limped through swimming
then happily went home to veg. I went to bed early and was able to sleep some
better than the night before.
After a good swim Thursday night, we all went to Blue Blood
Brewing. There were 9 of us and we had a ball, which I needed badly. I enjoyed
beer, roasted Brussels sprouts and a small serving of loaded felony fries. Not
diet food but worth every calorie. I didn’t get home until after 9:00 and by
the time I watered containers and made some cranberry cole slaw, it was time
for bed. I got a great night’s sleep, helped by the beer no doubt.
The office was getting together a meal for before the
visitation and rosary on Friday night, hence the cole slaw making Thursday
night. Lana organized it all and I volunteered to deliver the food on the way
to PT. Friday went by in a blur and I left at 3:00 with my car loaded down with
food. Another of the accountants met me to help with the delivery, which was
difficult but easier than going to the rosary or funeral. It took several trips
to bring in the copious amounts of food and then I visited for a few minutes
before bugging out for PT. I was so glad to be done with the work week. I went
to bed early, slept like a rocks and got up ready for my weekend.
I had a lovely Saturday morning, with a gloriously late
start after sleeping until 8:15. I chatted with Carolyn and my sister Dottie,
who rarely calls. I had planned to make cookies to take to spinning but time
got away from me so I threw a pan of blondies in the oven, grabbed a quick
PB&J and was at Andrea’s at 1:00 to head to spinning in Fremont. I hadn’t
been in awhile so it was good to see everyone. I sat and knitted socks while
they were all glued to a spinning video. The real fun started when we left.
Drae and I were helping a friend load her stuff so had her
spinning wheel by her car. A man saw the wheel and pulled over to chat. He was
cleaning out a nearby house after a woman had died and had a sewing room full
of things that were a complete mystery to him. The rule was anything that would
cost less than $5 at a garage sale was up for grabs but the rest had to be
photographed and the pics emailed to the woman’s children out of state. We
spent an hour of so going through the room, leaving it cleared out and
organized. We each left with a big box of stuff. I should mention that the
woman appeared to be a hoarder and in addition to sewing supplies, we found
totes full of Y2K prepper food (threw that away) and old papers, prescriptions
and such. Unfortunately the man had already thrown away most of the fabric.
Bummer. But with our good deed of the day done, Andrea and I ran our errands in
Fremont and then headed to Todd’s Bar for my favorite vanilla beer, burgers and
tots. Gotta love tots, right? I went to bed as soon as I got home.
I rose early Sunday and had hopes of having a productive
day. Alas, I struggled to get motivated and spent the lion’s share of the
daylight hours knitting and streaming. I did manage to do laundry, pick up the
kitchen and do a sink full of pots, pans and plastic but did little else. It
had been a long week and I think I was just spent. It didn’t help that it was
100 degrees in the shade. Oh well. Cross that week off and hope for a better
one next week, which is pretty much a sure thing. I went to bed grateful for
all the goodness in my life, including a work family that sticks together
through thick and thin. I really am a lucky person.
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