The day is not quite over and I still have a pile of things to do before I head off to bed. Like a lot of days in most of our lives, this day did not go as planned.
I got up late. So my day started with a rush. I got dressed and had a drink of water. Took my pills and gave myself a shot. I grabbed my empty coffee and headed out the door. Empty coffee cup sounds silly, but we have to bring our own cup to coffee. We are saving the earth.
I picked up my bread wars helper and drove off to Oroweat. We joked with a few of our competitors until the door opens then we rush in to get first crack at the loaves of bread. Bad picking today! We got only nine loaves. But there were plenty of bagels, muffins, thins, and buns of all sorts. This selection will not make the troops very happy.
I have already written (previous post) about the gossip of the morning. I needed out of there, but it was hard to escape. Everyone had a take on the car being towed and I needed to hear it all so I could write about it. Since then I have isolated myself trying to catch up on things. The newsletter info is due Friday. I have the weekend before I must turn it in, so I’m not really rushed personally, but I wrote notes to people who need to get information to me. It won’t come if I don’t remind them.
I straightened some things up and then went to make a sandwich to eat while driving to my doctor’s appointment. I opened the freezer to get bread and noticed that most things were thawed. It’s been a couple of days since I was in the freezer, but since my ice cream was not completely melted, I assumed it had not been off very long. I checked everything else and decided to pull it all and take it to the freezer in the big kitchen. Some will be OK, but I don’t like crystallized ice cream.
At the moment I began this project, I had to leave for the doctors. So I called about my fridge while driving. That’s a big no-no.
I thought my blood readings were pretty good. He set me straight. Most were bad. The only numbers I seem to remember are from when I first got diabetes. For some reason the acceptable numbers have been lowered. Sounds like reaching the age of retirement. About the time you get there, they bump is up a couple years. I’m losing this battle. I guess I will have to give up ice cream (it really is all no sugar added).
When I got home they were installing my new fridge. I had twenty minutes before my daughter was coming to take me to my oldest granddaughters last volleyball game. We were late. 1 and ¾ rounds were finished at arrival. My granddaughter got in for three minutes before the round ended. They lost both rounds. The other team had won. However, they play a third round so players get some competition practice. Fine, maybe I’ll actually see her play. No, she’s one of the better players. The final round was completely given to those who need the practice the most. I guess I should be proud, but I really wanted to see her play.
I would not have survived as a parent if my life had been as hectic has my little families. We were late because my son-in-law had to finish at school and my daughter had to finish at work then run to meet the two little’s at the school bus stop. Then she had to come get me. We were almost an hour late.
Most of the time during the waning minutes at this school which was struck way out in the middle of no where, they were planning how to handle the rest of the night. Child #1 goes to youth group later tonight. Child #2 had soccer practice at 5:00 — we are late. Child #3 has soccer practice at 5:30. We are late. Not as late for him as for her. On arrival for his practice, the coach informs us that he must finish 10 minutes early. My daughter says OK. However, because I have an apartment inspections beginning tomorrow, my daughter was coming to help me finish my cleaning. We leave the practice field for #3’s practice and have 40 minutes left before he must be picked up.
We rush to my place. My daughter brings her own vacuum because, as my granddaughter says, papa’s vacuum sucks. The truth is that it doesn’t suck at all. She quickly vacuumed my floor and then says she is giving the vacuum to me. She has another one. I am very happy.
Of course I still have much to do yet so I sat down to write. What an idiot. Then my upstairs neighbor comes to review the day. Now I need a break for Survivor. I wish I had a vote. I know exactly who to get rid of. I would also like to vote people out of The Home, but I don’t think they will let me.
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