What’s this week been like for you?
I thought I’d ask because I don’t really feel like writing about my week today. Parts of it didn’t work out well and it was far to busy with stuff that I don’t really remember, or likely should forget.
We went hiking today. It was beautiful Sunday here – spring is fully here, flowers blooming, gentle breeze playing on the grass and the sun warming my soul.
Here’s a picture:
Yesterday we got up too late to go hiking and stayed home. Heather worked in the garden and I made things in my workshop. Made two things for the garden – two of these little “thermometer houses” for the little weather station thing we have and this little trellis for the vine that I never remember the name of (Heather tells me it’s a Black Eyed Susan, Thunbergia alata ).
I’ve also been working on this fret workbox:
The turtle box got new pieces for the shell:
I saw my accountant to get my taxes done – there was an exciting appointment. I was correct in taking a large Starbucks with me. My favorite question to ask was, “can you figure that out from these papers I brought?” I am happy to report that I brought enough paper to keep him answering, “Yes, I have what I need.” Cool. I am hoping for a refund (there’s still that band saw I want) but I’ve left enough reserve in the checking account in case the IRS and congress have other plans for my money.
But mostly I’ve been trying to ignore the realities of my upcoming week.
Yup, just killing time until next Sunday. Hopefully this week just won’t happen or I’ll find that I really do have a time machine in the shop and can just skip forward to the end to see how it all turned out.
Generally I try not to project too much into the future, but there’s a big elephant on my calendar for tomorrow. This one is in a wheelchair – no, not saying my brother is as big as elephant but his “little” problem is.
Tomorrow is the day that I get to spend all afternoon with my brother, doctors, nurses, care coordinators, and way too much information.
I’ve done it before – for both father and mother. When my mother’s doctors discovered the extent of her cancer – I stood at her bedside as the doctor told her. My father was ill for many years before his death. I was the name on the advanced directive.
Now, once more into a place where I stand by helplessly and try to guide a family member through the medical system. I ask myself, “Do I have the strength to do this once again?”
I do know one thing to expect for tomorrow: the unexpected. Doctors and medical institutions have a way of eluding my expectations. I won’t even venture to guess what may happen.
So, while I wait for my CPA to find the money for my band saw and the doctors to pronounce their verdict, let’s talk about you – what did you do last week?