The Week In Review
Sometimes I feel a little guilty about not having a job. You know – guilt over not fulfilling my potential, not accomplishing anything concrete, and not earning an income. That feeling strikes me when I’m bored and don’t have much to do.
In other words, maybe once a month or so for about five minutes at a time.
I keep waiting for things to slow down. But they don’t. Here’s my week in review:
Monday
Following an eye appointment where I was excited to order new glasses, I made a quick trip up to Meredith for a relaxing, leisurely afternoon at the rehab facility. Upon walking in the door, I found out an ambulance ride to the ER was in the works. It turned out to be a minor hiccup, but I did get to visit Lakes Region Hospital once again. The last time was back in 2010 when Heather hurt her back in a tubing accident. I am familiar with a number of hospitals up and down the East Coast.
Tuesday
I don’t recall the specifics as to what I did on Tuesday, but I can tell you it involved recovering from my trip to the ER. So most likely the day involved reading, writing, weeding, watering, and washing. Oh, and filling out the myriad of forms that are required to send a kid off to college.
Wednesday
I visited the district attorney’s office with a certain 18-year-old who was subpoenaed as a witness. The highlight of the day was having a conversation with a man in the waiting room who removed his socks and sneakers to show me his painted toe nails.
Thursday
I drove that special 18-year-old to college orientation, dropped her off, and headed home via my grandparent’s house. I had a lovely time with them over a Meals-On-Wheels lunch with Pepperidge Farm cake for dessert. I heard a number of stories – a couple of them for the first time. I was horrified to hear about a telephone conversation between my grandmother and a “Microsoft” agent asking her for money to remove viruses from her computer. I was glad to hear that the agent was barking up the wrong tree.
I had to cut short the stories since I needed to get to Fenway. Yes, I finally made it to the Monster Seats. The girls got us tickets for Dave’s birthday/Mother’s Day/my birthday/Father’s Day. The home team lost, but it was a beautiful night for a game, and those seats are so cool. And we got to see a Big Papi home run. Time is running out on those. Of course, we ran into people we knew. Dave was sitting next to someone he knew from high school, and since Heather was volunteering in the park, she stopped by with Lexi and … an old friend from high school.
Friday, Saturday, Sunday
It was back up to rehab on Friday – this time for an uneventful visit. But rather than heading home after, I went to the Lake for a sunny, hot weekend with family that included my mother, Dave, Heather, Nicole, my brother Dave, my niece Amber, and my sister Jo. Other than some heated discussions about Hillary, there are no family squabbles to report this time around. Though differing dietary preferences make meals a little challenging for this group – my sister is a vegetarian, my brother eats only red meat, and my mother likes to have dinner about an hour after the rest of us finish lunch. Besides the usual boating and tubing, we had fun recreating old photos for our next family calendar. Well I had fun. The girls put up with me.
We also took a boat trip to Weirs to experience Biker’s Weekend. For some reason, my brother thought this was a good idea. Because the docks were so crowded, he and my husband dropped the five women off so we could walk the strip. After a lovely man took our picture, Heather looked at me and said “I do not feel comfortable here.” So we quickly headed back to the boat.
So that was my week. Not much time in there for a job. And while my presence in the ER, and at the DA’s office, and on the college campus, and at the lunch table, and at the top of a green wall, and on a boat on a lake was far from required, it was where I wanted to be. The only place I could have probably done without is Weirs. But that was for about five minutes.
