Obsessive compulsive

It seems that I have turned into this obsessed, work crazed woman. I think they call that 'workaholic'. I am not sure why anyone should think that. After all, isn't a 50 hour week at the library fairly normal for everyone? I seem to simply not have enough time to get everything done. There are policies to write, PR that needs to be put out, patrons to visit with, a bigger library to create!!! We don' have enough room. We aren't getting along with the neighbors so I have fences to mend. We don't have enough money from certain segments of the constituency so it's my job to figure out how to get it. I keep dreaming that at the next board meeting they're going to realize what a mistake they've made by hiring me, and I'll get the boot. Literally. So I work in frantic overtime, crazy get it all done today, mode.
Consequently, supper is always late. I don't enjoy too much of the day outside (though it's still cold out, so I don't care right now, but Oh I will) I eat lunch at my desk, I wander from one task to the next, sometimes rather aimlessly, I feel out of control, the weekends seem really short, and, well, you get the picture.
I have a grandson coming soon. i better cut some of this out. Help!

Games

I love to compete..when I can win especially! If I know I'm going to lose, well then I usually avoid playing at all. That is my biggest reason for not taking up golf. Ugh. I couldn't win. anyway, since this age thing that's creeping up on me I've really slowed down the game playing. Sort of 'the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak' sort of thing! Well, all that changed today! I found a worthy competitor and an awesome game. Are you ready? Candyland!! Woo Hoo! And Isaiah and Phin love playing. So far, I haven't actually won once. That Isaiah has had more practice! (or something) But you know, at least it hasn't been too hard on my knees. No sore muscles either. I think I'll keep playing with him, and I'm bound to beat him one of these days!

Things that are a struggle

Doesn't this seem to be the story of life... mine anyway

• I shoulda bought gas yesterday, when it was still $1.79. This morning it's $1.89.
• I should a read my book last night instead of wasting it on Tv
• Why oh why didn't I take a smaller helping...all week actually. It showed up on the weigh in this morning.
• I should have thought "that" out more thoroughly. Talking to one person wasn't enough. (though it doesn't seem to matter, I never think of it all anyway)
• How did I manage to forget the ... when I was at the store? Of course I don't remember until I get home.

Hope your memory, transitions into the day, and blessings are overwhelming today!

Hospital visits

This is a rather abrupt departure from my normal routines...a hospital stay. Not mine, at least.
I was confronted with Ron's 'big foot' on Thursday evening. It was a rather shocking sight, and I wish I had pictures to show you but I fear I'd just gross you out. Despite the swollen and red foot, It actually took quite a bit to convince my dear sweet husband that we should head to the ER. It was past 8 in the evening before I was able to get him up there. His biggest objection was that he had an appointment with his regular doctor in the morning and "did I know how much it cost to go in to the emergency room?" well, I didn't, of course, but believe it or not that's not what I was thinking about. Plus I had a consult with my own private medical consultant: Mom. (former nurse)
After a very long evening Ron was admitted to the hospital. It took another hour to actually get a bed. And that, my friends, has been what I've been juggling with the past couple of days. Hospital. Work.Dog.house.schedule.hospital again. It's very draining!
The doctor has said, re:this morning's visit, that they will work to get him home sometime today. Hurrah! Though he'll have to come back to the ER for some doses of IV antibiotics. His foot is responding nicely. Works for me.

Spring--Around the neighborhood

So Buster and I have been taking at least two walks a day in this really nice weather that we've been having. Buster looks forward to them so much that he gives very strong signals when it's time to go for another walk. We don't go all that far. The walk takes us about 15 minutes and we go the same way every morning and evening. But here's spring in my corner...

• 2 houses for sale along the way.
• 2 other Bostons live within a block.
• Robin families having discussions about where to build this year.
• No buds, no leaves all still brown and muddy
• No snow anywhere either.
• 1 impromptu street football game being played by a dozen neighborhood boys. (goodness where do they all live?)
• 1 white stray cat creeping about the yard1 pair cardinals
• One very large unfinished backyard building. It's been in the unfinished state for quite some time. Hope they get it done soon.

Not too Far from Normal

It's pretty bad when the most you have to talk about in your day is what you did at work. And no, I promise not to. Nothing funny, or weird or even remotely outrageous happened today. I would classify it as pretty normal. Which sets me off in a direction.. heading down the road to look at "normal" Just a little meander by to see if you see the same things I do.

The get up out of bed, exercise, eat breakfast, shower routine occurs without explosions or poison or tripping over things.

The drive to work...well, it looked just like it did yesterday only the road is clear and dry so no sliding, flat tires or even eagles flying overhead.. (they are putting up new huge advertising signs close to LeMars, though)

No bills in the mail. no one sick today. We get a community service worker in who has to complete 60 hours of work. I have about 200 for him depending on how fast he wants to go. Books, blogs, email, report,lunch,tedious computer,and the book "good in a room". I can't tell how fast the day is going because I can't see the sun. I miss that. But check it off, work was normal.

Home by 5:30. I fix supper tonight. (now last night was NOT normal in that regard. I got sick-there was some hidden milk that did me in) Watch survivor, read.

So, see what I mean? I hunted all over for something interesting to tell you about and all I could come up with was normal. I don't want to move far from that spot, however. I've seen those NonNormal days and they can be pretty scary. So stick with me. We'll get through normal together.

Loving DaDa

Well, Jeremiah is a daddy's boy. After daddy he really appreciated his grandpa. While he would let me hold him and play with him, if either grandpa or Jon would walk into the room he glommed on to them so fast it was almost funny. He loved sitting on grandpa. He loved playing with hi dad. Me, ah, not so much, though he was tolerant of me.

Actually, he is also somewhat of a gadget boy. He loves rulers, cell phones, things in pockets and purses, wires, cords, pots and pans and getting to places that have been placed off limits. "Can I climb that chair? Well, if no one is paying attention and there's something interesting up there, then yes. Can I open that door?" Not usually. For the most part right now he's too short, but I can see that as a problem later on. And he's not afraid to head into a previously unopened space! like a bedroom or bathroom. The house is pretty well Jeremiah-proofed, but when we arrived he pounced at all the new things to be reached...my bible, my purse, my camera... He keeps his parents going! Watch out world,here comes Jeremiah!