Today I was awakened to the not-so-delightful sounds of enormous dump trucks, (you know the ones that are a dump truck and they haul a trailer behind?) dumping truck load after truck load of dirt behind my house. Then the most incredibly noisey and squeaky (do they not grease the tracks on those things??) grader began shoving the dirt and rocks around. I had to fight the urge to throw a can of WD40 over the fence to the driver. It wasn't even eight in the morning. It wasn't even 7:30 yet. So I reluctantly arose from my bed and cleaned up the kitchen. After it was spotless, I went back upstairs to my freeze-zone (the only room in the house with AC) to do some online banking and make calls to check on medical bills, etc. As I was finishing up, in walks my husband! At first I had a moment of Oh-no-he's-lost-his-job terror. Then it passed after he smiled. Seems they ran out of work for the day. Odd, but then that's Boeing. So hubby was roped into going school cloth
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i can see you went to curves. i've had friends who went there who weren't very satisfied with it. by the way, when i read your blog last, i forgot to read the archives. now i feel shallow for not mentioning the touching entry about the girl who was killed by running for the bus. (because i hadn't i hadn't thought enough to read your WHOLE blog, although somehow i thought i did)i even went to her web site and read the notes her friends left until i couldn't see the screen through my tears. you have a great blog. i'm so glad you found mine so that i could find yours. please don't stop writing. and don't give up on finding a gym.
ReplyDeleteYou are very sweet! I'm glad I found your blog as well.
ReplyDeleteYes, I'll continue to search for a gym. We shall see. I need something.
I drove by the flower and teddy bear and candle memorial for Nadia yesterday. It just seems to keep growing. It's been hard on the kids, very hard.
my brother lost a friend of his in junior high, i believe. the kid fell off his father's tractor while it was running. it ran over his head. my brother is 29 now. it still haunts him. whenever he feels like he's slacking, he feels guilty for having a life that his friend no longer has. i think this is typical of people who are left behind, grieving. the guilt of survival. we are such fragile creatures.
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