I had my write window open to do an entry, I swear. Maybe that was
Wednesday. At any rate, I’m up entirely too early and figured I’d
better let you know how much I crammed into the last week. Even if some
days I thought I did “nothing”.
Last Friday: Ron had the day off, we went to the bank and the student
job bank. Mom and Carl came to visit, lugging some spare dressers &
shelves with them.
Saturday: more Mom visits, tea with neighbors across the street. After
lunch, I go to the clubhouse to find I missed most of the fishing
tournament. I then get hassled unmercifully as to why I wasn’t there at
6:30am, 5:30 am or 4:30 AM depending on who I was talking to. I’m
forced to buy a hat.
Saturday night: Sarah and I go to Fredericton for some light shopping,
check out Addison & Kaytlyn’s apartment, and then go see Matthew
Good in concert. It was awesome. I filled the card on my camera, mostly
with around 700 pictures and one small video of half a song.
We get home at 2am.
Sunday: I sort through photos and upload some in spotty weather. I discover about a third to half of my shots are pretty good. Ron
does coding for me while I wander aimlessly around the house trying to
do something resembling useful. This may have been the day I burnt my
forearm getting dinner from the oven.
Monday thru Thursday: Work work work. And I discover the denuded hedge
of lilac bushes is bouncing back and has flowers budding. I write a
hundred emails.
Thursday evening: we go to one of the libraries and hit up their book
sale. We lug two boxes to the counter and I hand over my usual $20. Two
librarians insist that since I have one box filled with trashy romance
novels, I can and should go get another box full. Which I do. They thank me
profusely.
Friday: While I’m wandering around the finally sunny yard taking
pictures of apple blossoms and lilac buds, Sarah is on the phone
getting directions to a job interview. The two of us make a hasty trip
to town with Ron after lunch, and we fill the space with errands,
bottle returns and then the interview. I have just enough time to go
back home, check my mail, breathe, and then go get Ron again. After
supper, I have an hour-long work call.
This morning: I get up at 5:30 because my brain won’t shut up. I wonder where the week went.
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Goodness you sound busy!
Your making me tired just reading all that
Sounds like a good variety of things, though. Maybe that’s good. But I hope it calms down enough that you know what day it is.
And good luck sarah with the job, whatever it is.