Gah. I started writing an entry about some of the things I’m starting to like about working from home and then I was like, nahhhh. So many people have been doing this for YEARS since the pandemic and…BORING.
But work is interesting and I’ve requested my first biz trip which I’ll probably discuss in the strategy presentation I have to give in a couple of weeks.
Have I even STARTED this presentation, you ask?
Well, I’ve been thinking about it since about mid-November. But no. No, I haven’t even started.
Procrastination at its finest! I’m planning on getting a big chunk started on Monday. It’s MLK day and we have the day off, but the weather is supposed to be atrocious, and I’m praying that the electricity stays on so I can drink a bunch of hot coffee and tea and punch a bunch of it out.
And the biz trip isn’t even until March, but ohhhhh how I miss business travel!
Dad seemed to have a decent birthday yesterday. My SIL posted some pics on FB - they got him a cake and had a small party after their dinner. But oh, how he and my mom seem to decline every day now. I know I’m kind of obsessed about it and it shows here in Prosebox, but it’s really top of mind.
I talked to my mom on the phone tonight and she can barely hold a conversation. I know she doesn’t like to talk on the phone anymore (do you remember, we started talking nightly after my death scare in 2019 - I wanted her to make sure I woke up every day - how the tables have turned!). We get on the phone for maybe 30 seconds and she’ll almost immediately say, “I don’t have anything to talk about…I love you…bye!”
It will be good to see them on Saturday. My friend C. and I are driving to their area to take my dad to brunch for his birthday. Mom does so much better when we meet in person. I’m grateful to C. who wants to drive. We have discovered a mutual love of belting out 80s songs while driving 90 miles an hour down the freeway. This happened on our last visit to my parents’. It was joyous.
And then! On Sunday a cold front blows through for a few days. I need to go to the store sometime tomorrow and stock up on the basics. I am praying so hard to the weather gods to please make sure the electricity stays on. Maybe I should pray to the electric gods??
Okay, time for the last little walkie of the day with Martini. She’s lying next to me, curled up in a ball. This will only be for a potty walk and then we’ll come back in and I may make myself a foot bath and some tea and call it a night.
WHO AM I ANYMORE??!!!
Signed,
The Old Lady Who Lives In a Shoe
Update! Exciting update or Gladys Kravitz (Old People Reference!)??? When I took Martini out for our LWOTD (Last Walk of the Day), we may have stumbled across a crime scene. You tell me what this is: no fewer than eight police cars in the parking lot right next to my building, three or four with lights flashing; people walking around, but not frantically. No police tape, but an EMS vehicle quietly driving out of the parking lot. It’s been about 45 minutes since the ambulance left and all police cars still in the same spots. What’s happening? Why so many cops?? This event seems to be too fresh for even the Nextdoor app! I’m dying over here!
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