TIME IS PRECIOUS . . . WASTE IT WISELY.
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Tomorrow I need to get a small bag packed for my one, two, or three day stay at the hospital. Jenna asked me if I am getting worried about the surgery, but actually, I am not even thinking about it. I figure that it would just be a waste of precious energy, and no matter what, I am going through with this. So there is really no reason to get myself worked up about it.
Our lunch turned out to be even more fun when Jenna's Mike came along to help Alec represent the males at the table. Cate's friend, Kaitlin, was a real hoot and fun to talk to. Before we left my house, each Cate/Kate made me a really neat inspirational page to put in my cancer book that I carry. What a couple of nice kids. My Abby was very quiet today, but I think she had a good time. NOTE: I was more than a little shocked when I went to pay the bill for lunch, and found out that Mike had beat me to it! I did remind him that even though I may be old, I'm still wiry, and could whip him two out of three falls. Well . . . maybe. (He really is a very sweet man).
I was talking to Jen about her being with her dad at the hospital, while I'm in surgery. It reminded me of a time when I really wanted to be someplace, but MY bosses at the major discount store that I worked at, did not want to let me off. My friend Betty C's mother had passed away and I planned to attend the services, plus Mother had asked me to take her and Nancy, a neighbor lady, to the funeral. I finally managed to get it okayed to take two hours off (how freakin' generous was that?). I remember I wore a black dress to work that day so I could dash out to the farm, grab Mother and Nancy and zoom to Central City for the funeral. As soon as it was over, I had to run the ladies home, and race back to Hiawatha to finish my work day. I'm sure that both ladies were disappointed that they didn't get to spend more time with the family and visiting with all their mutual friends who had attended. I think back to that day, and realize how concerned I was about what the bosses who managed the store would think of me for missing a few more hours of work. I know now I should have pushed the issue (for crying out loud, I worked there for five years and never called in sick a single day!). It makes me feel bad that I neglected to pay attention to the people who really mattered - Betty and her family, my own mother and our friend, Nancy. I guess I didn't realize at the time that it was JUST a job, and sometimes you need to do what is right for the people who will be in your life long after some job is over and done with. That's what really matters.
Jenna told me she could not believe how understanding the people she works for, are about this situation. They have been nothing but supportive. That really gives me peace of mind that it will be okay for her.
So, kids, one more day to get my house is order. Really, I need to get my house tidied-up and do those things that I won't feel like dealing with in a few days. What gets done will be have to be enough. I don't think the "Clean House Inspector" will be stopping by, so who cares? <:0
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
Cherrybam.com
Tomorrow I need to get a small bag packed for my one, two, or three day stay at the hospital. Jenna asked me if I am getting worried about the surgery, but actually, I am not even thinking about it. I figure that it would just be a waste of precious energy, and no matter what, I am going through with this. So there is really no reason to get myself worked up about it.
Our lunch turned out to be even more fun when Jenna's Mike came along to help Alec represent the males at the table. Cate's friend, Kaitlin, was a real hoot and fun to talk to. Before we left my house, each Cate/Kate made me a really neat inspirational page to put in my cancer book that I carry. What a couple of nice kids. My Abby was very quiet today, but I think she had a good time. NOTE: I was more than a little shocked when I went to pay the bill for lunch, and found out that Mike had beat me to it! I did remind him that even though I may be old, I'm still wiry, and could whip him two out of three falls. Well . . . maybe. (He really is a very sweet man).
I was talking to Jen about her being with her dad at the hospital, while I'm in surgery. It reminded me of a time when I really wanted to be someplace, but MY bosses at the major discount store that I worked at, did not want to let me off. My friend Betty C's mother had passed away and I planned to attend the services, plus Mother had asked me to take her and Nancy, a neighbor lady, to the funeral. I finally managed to get it okayed to take two hours off (how freakin' generous was that?). I remember I wore a black dress to work that day so I could dash out to the farm, grab Mother and Nancy and zoom to Central City for the funeral. As soon as it was over, I had to run the ladies home, and race back to Hiawatha to finish my work day. I'm sure that both ladies were disappointed that they didn't get to spend more time with the family and visiting with all their mutual friends who had attended. I think back to that day, and realize how concerned I was about what the bosses who managed the store would think of me for missing a few more hours of work. I know now I should have pushed the issue (for crying out loud, I worked there for five years and never called in sick a single day!). It makes me feel bad that I neglected to pay attention to the people who really mattered - Betty and her family, my own mother and our friend, Nancy. I guess I didn't realize at the time that it was JUST a job, and sometimes you need to do what is right for the people who will be in your life long after some job is over and done with. That's what really matters.
Jenna told me she could not believe how understanding the people she works for, are about this situation. They have been nothing but supportive. That really gives me peace of mind that it will be okay for her.
So, kids, one more day to get my house is order. Really, I need to get my house tidied-up and do those things that I won't feel like dealing with in a few days. What gets done will be have to be enough. I don't think the "Clean House Inspector" will be stopping by, so who cares? <:0
GOD BLESS YOU ALL
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