I have come to love Minnesota for its many virtues. These storms however, not my favorite. I suppose this is the price for living in such a nice place. Sigh.
Last night I bought a copy of Robert Caro's Passage to Power on the recommendation of a colleague at work. It looks to big to take to DC later this week. We shall see. I don't need to be lugging around a doorstop while I am in the heat of DC.
I have been reading up on the 20D that I have so that I will be able to take better pictures. The Internet is wonderful.
Friday night I was exhausted and I had a couple of tequila/Kahlua/& milks as I vegetated on the sofa while Dad watched a ball game. Saturday morning I was working at the bike shop when a young man with his son looked at me and said, "Are you okay? You seem off your game today." I was completely taken aback. I looked hard at the young man trying to figure if we had met before, and whether I knew him.
I finally managed to utter, "No, I haven't had much sleep this week." He let it go. In the years in between those two comments my mind raced. One, was I not speaking in complete sentences? What is going on that this stranger thinks I am struggling? And then there are the whole host of comments about trying to figure out if my two beverages really disabled me to the extent that I wasn't functioning as one would expect. That's a happy thought.
Sunday morning I shared the above story with my cohorts, and I got quite a few laughs. Terry, the Dentist, called me later (a first) and left me a message that if I weren't "off my game" given what I am dealing with - then something would be truly wrong. What a great message. I am one of the group. Good stuff.
So, when I get back from DC and finish up my commitments for school - then it will be time to find Dad a better facility. The people at Jones-Harrison seem to like calm, rich clients who don't cause problems. No one I know seems very impressed with the job they are doing.
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