The morning routine has become just that -- routine. Kinda comfortable: coffee, paper, lanai, Wii, kitchen, setting the day's agenda. Did the back yard -- the never ending chore of making the cherry laurel go away. Involved a lot of squatting and standing. At one point, dealing with a particularly stubborn plant, I got an inkling of what it was like for Margaret those times she could get up the steps into the house. I had been squatting too long, went down on my knees, and they crawled to a point that I could get secure footing to stand. Took a break right after that -- hydrated, and went back to the cherry laurel. Got a full bucket of weeds and laurel.
The coordinator from TBPAC returned my call. I am on the list for the next class -- which will likely be in late Aug or Sept. I learned that being an usher meant making a commitment of a particular number of days per month, being able to stand for 3 - 4 hours, pass a background check, and attend an orientation which includes a tour of the building. I won't hear from the coordinator again until the class is being formed at the end of the summer.
Debbie emailed that the Key Lime Pie was excellent ("a new standard") and that Daniel had his first experience with meringue. She was kind enough to report that he liked it.
Ran around a lot: Office Depot for paper and card stock; Home Depot for a hose nozzle for the back hose and a key for the carport door; Dr. W office for an injection; Anna's for a haircut; my favorite greengrocer for tomatoes and ground beef. Got a call from Mary S. at PCUMC that the plaque had come in -- she is making a color copy of it for me and we arranged for me to come by tomorrow afternoon to look at the plaque and Ed will put in on our niche. Also caught Matt -- he was cutting across the street -- he did my yard and I made an agreement for him to take care of the grass mowing year round for $80 a month (my Church pension). Repackaged the ground beef into quarter-pounders, put them in to freeze, saving the last one for dinner with french fries like Steak and Shake.
Tonight was the NCIS/Good Wife night. Interestingly after the busy day, I didn't really nap in front of the tube. I was still doing stuff -- got the louvered doors remounted between the kitchen and Margaret's office.
Anna did not know of Margaret's death -- was quite shocked to hear about it, and very concerned. I did pretty well telling her some of the facts about the cancer. During the day today, I would "bump" into something of Margaret's -- her shoes left in the utility room, one of her favorite blouses folded on top of the dryer, planning to bag up some of the casual clothing still stacked on the Deacon's Bench. Each time, there was a quick flash -- but it contained the catch in the throat, the reminder that she is really gone and not coming back, that I am alone, that I miss her, that I am angry that she left, that there were so many things we wanted to do together -- all in a matter of seconds in real time -- timeless as it was occurring. I can only guess that activity is as much a part of Margaret's legacy as anything having to do with her passion for helping students. Maybe over time, I will have that experience enough that real time and experience time will come together. Right now I not sure I want to see that virtual experience time shortened.
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