So, I was looking forward to using my new broom and mop today. Really. Wanted to tackle the dirt in this house (caused all these humans and dogs) and get the never-ending piles of clean laundry folded and put away. Instead this morning I got a call from the daughter of an elderly neighbor about her dad (the neighbor) who had to call 911 this morning at around 4:30am. His daughter had just left for a holiday out-of-state with her husband. What timing! Anyway...he had a bleeding problem, and they rushed him to the hospital. My job for this morning was to go to his house with fourth son (who helps out a couple of days a week cleaning and helping out over there) and clean up after the paramedics. Not enjoyable in the least, but glad to do it so the family doesn't have to bother. You know, it's just what you do. Doesn't have to be fun, but folks do for one another.
Anyway, my new broom does have the plastic off of it, but the mop still leans pristinely against the wall still wrapped up. I was talking to God at my nap-time, which I was able to squeeze in for about 45 minutes late this afternoon---and got to wondering how it's possible to actually catch up. I'd like to freeze the rest of the world just long enough to get my nest tidy. Ain't happening, but I'm optimistic that possibly tomorrow is the day. Commence eye rolling.
In other news, at this very moment, Gary's on his last night's duty at FedEx. We're having a celebratory dinner on Sunday, complete with pie. Joyous day. And tomorrow I don't have to leave the house, unless something unexpected crops up. Hopefully the hospital will be able to locate the issue with our neighbor, and with him in his 90's, this happens, but still, it's worrying. In a holding pattern in regards to him, but as my dear Patricia reminded me of one time....what she said went something like this---"Live your life, not someone else's. It's okay to be concerned, but not to the point to where another person's drama becomes yours." I do so miss her wise words.
Enjoy the beginning of your weekend.
