It's been one of those weeks! You know, the ones where you have eight days of tasks to get done in seven. It's Friday morning and already I feel like I've been flattened by the" busy week steamroller." It's not that everything is unpleasant or difficult or even un-appreciated....it's just overload, and the fact that I'm on-call for the weekend is literally the
straw, and that's before any emergencies....if there are any.
Last weekend, two of our three children were home to celebrate the youngest's birthday. The weekend was summer perfect and we all enjoyed the weather, the food, the river, visits from friends and neighbors, and some kayaking. My friend Leigh came by with his kayak and stayed for a visit. His presence served as a reminder that he and I have won a spot in the 90 mile canoe race to be run the weekend after labor day. So Monday meant starting to train in ernest.
So my mornings have been given over to exercise and paddling at first light. This has necessitated a severe reduction in my blogging, since mornings have been my blog time. In addition I've been walking the 2 1/2 miles to work everyday, and that eats up seventy minutes out of every day.
Tuesday evening, Leigh came by with our new racing canoe, which we had yet to christen, so we could try it out. We paddled 'til dusk, giving it a good work out and were pleased and confident that it will serve us well.
Wednesday evening, good friends from Alaska came to visit with their eight year old daughter and two of her cousins. They come home every summer but for one reason or another we've failed to connect in the last three. This was a delightful surprise and thoroughly pleasant visit catching up on each other's lives. They always bring us fresh caught (well close enough) Alaskan salmon. Which, by the way, is superb when grilled over real charcoal.
Lastly, and most aggravatingly, the work days have been long necessitating my presence late everyday. To make it even more aggravating; the case load was not extraordinarily huge, it just took all day to get the work done. It seems like SNAFU, delays of one sort or another, and FUBAR behavior was the sign of the week. So by last night I was so hot tempered we could have cooked dinner on my forehead. In fact I skipped dinner thinking that as worked up as I was it would only cause indigestion.
And now it's Friday morning and the start of a three day call weekend. If it plays out like the previous week I'll be unfit to live with by Monday night, if not before! Who likes to be near a screaming memey?
I know: whine, whine, whine...life's a bitch and then ya die. ;)