Bob will confirm that I’m not very proficient at keep track of things. To parody the old phrase, he says that I have “places for things, and everything in their places.” Same with finances, and although I’ve improved immensely over the years, I do still generally pray prior to any attempt at balancing my checkbook. (It rattles Bob’s cage a bit if I do anything with his. I just don’t tell him about it until after the fact; it prevents anxiety.)
All this makes it even more incredible that I’m in nursing since we have to keep track of EVERYTHING, like when someone sneezes, and what color it was.
Okay, right, that was gross without warning, (so is nursing), and mild hyperbole, (depending). But you get my drift. I tell people that there is mass deforestation when I return to work as a school nurse in the late summer with all the required record-keeping and paper work that transpires. At least now with computers and email, some of that can be mitigated, but even so, documentation in some form continues.
Continue reading “Just For the Record”
This past summer Bob and I enjoyed visiting my parents in their beautiful Midwest retirement community—it’s like a college campus for the over-60 crowd. They’re incredible! Interestingly, we were also roaming around the California Redwood Forest just few weeks prior to that, and in my mind, there is a striking resemblance between the two in more ways than one, if you get my drift.
Now a retired engineer, Dad is a United States Navy veteran who worked as a mechanic on airplanes, and his stories keep me spellbound. While we were visiting, a neighbor stopped in. Mr. B is a 90+-year-old U.S.A.F. bomber pilot vet from World War II. (Triple exclamation marks…!!!) Continue reading “Roger, Wilco”
I think I used to somewhat deceive myself that once my three children flew the coup, my house would be a more organized residence.
What a joke.
The reality I have had to face a long time ago (and Bob has patiently and lovingly embraced this with my other idiosyncrasies) is that I am a “messy girl”. Now, add our big, black dog to that mix, and my fur-covered carpet and floors just underscore that truth.
By contrast, everywhere my folks go, improves. Amazingly. They are both from the builder generation, and are themselves two of the most disciplined and selfless people you could hope to find. Continue reading “Where’s the broom and dust pan?”
Just in case you haven’t heard…
As a school nurse, (like everyone else working with kids), there are Mondays, and then there are Mondaze. But through it all, I can always count on this—the dismissal bell.
Here is an email response I had from my husband from his office back in 2011:
“The titles of your last two emails are telling: ‘Great Weekend’ followed by ‘Crazy Morning’. My imagination is racing: blood dripping from the walls, a contagion that turns students into zombies (all marching lock-step toward your office), sewage backing up from the toilet in your office, a Fed Ex truck out front and a driver in the front office announcing loudly, ‘Paperwork for Dawn Jones…Where do you want all these boxes?’”
And that’s on a good Monday.
Makes it just a wee bit easier to see what the Continue reading “Dismissal time! Woo-hoo! (…but until then…)”