Tucked in Bed... in These Foolish Things

  • Oct. 21, 2019, 3:19 a.m.
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Gotta get up by 4am to prep for my 6:45am flight to the furniture show tomorrow. Packing for this meant that I’m partially packed for the Grand Canyon Birthday Adventure on Friday. Now all I gotta do is make it through two days of running around and meetings and two more days of follow up in my office.

Just sent an email to the colleague I’ll be meeting out there. The next two days are going to be a scramble as I’ve squeezed my days so full I haven’t even planned time for lunches, so snacks are packed in my luggage. Neat, huh?

Birthday celebration with Mom, Dad, Baby Niece, SIL and Bro was lovely if not a tiny bit emotional for me. My parents got me two little angel figurines to symbolize the angels watching over me this year. And I watched as my mom and dad struggled to get around and make their way up to and through the restaurant. I KNOW that they are just older people now, but it doesn’t make it easier to watch them struggle. Dad (remember, he’s having a hard time accepting that he’s diabetic) was doing okay with the double vision, but I could tell that he wasn’t too happy eating “healthy”. He got a salad with salmon and that made me smile inside, but I feel like it didn’t make him very pleased and satisfied. It hurts me to think that he’s maybe feeling like, what good is life if you can’t really ENJOY all the stuff you love?

To add to my melancholy, I listened to this podcast today that was about a young woman who donated her kidney to her ailing father and it allowed him two good years of dialysis-free life before her kidney failed inside his body. She blamed herself for his death. Ugh. It was heartbreaking.

Anyway. Enough of that sad stuff.

The weekend was beautiful weather-wise until this evening when tornados ripped through the city. Kind of a fitting way to bring in the new week because it feels like the whole week is going to be nothing but one big whirlwind.

Ok. Now, sleep.

Love and pre-birthday kisses,
GS


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