The day was going well. Got the course materials ordered for West Tampa Library, finished the template for taking care of the paperwork. Also got more organization in the materials I have. Spent some time downloading instructions for voice mail so I would know what my options are. The outgoing message needs changing -- particularly since people will be calling here to register for the Hyde Park UMC course. Wrote and re-wrote the message -- going to let it cook overnight and change it tomorrow. I am still hesitating before throwing out stuff that was just for Margaret. I know it's crazy -- I just toss small stuff that has no possible use as a way of trying to make it easier. However, at this rate, it will take years to get things cleared out.
During the morning I got a text from Marcia -- finally. She had a rather rough weekend because of Margaret's birthday, and still had the stress that has been a part of her life for far too long. I sent her a text back that one of the saddest things about this weekend was that we were not together. I really do miss her.
Did a little tweaking of my CPAP -- changed the small nose pillow for the medium, and turned off the humidifier heater. Will be interesting to see if tonight goes better. I think the way that small pillow was part of the "dread" that I found myself having as I went to bed. I was up until 2 am this mroning, then slept very soundly. I'm going to start earlier tonight and see if the changes in the machine help.
Got a reply from Web Full Circle -- they answered very quickly. I forwarded their email to my consultant with the hope that he could tell that we had a full copy of the site. Maybe we can get on with doing something with the Website and Margaret's written legacy.
Decided to watch Oliver! (the movie) tonight instead of watching all the Monday night reruns. That was a delightful movie -- stayed pretty true to Dickens' story. I had seen the stage play in Chicago when at a convention alone. Wow -- that started a connection to memories and "shoulda, woulda, coulda," that had me weeping as Oliver finally was given a new life, when he responded to persons caring for him. Way too much rubber banding to my own loss, my own regrets, my own wish I had made other choices. All of it had to do with watching the movie alone, and no place to go for comfort. I don't know that will ever be replaced.
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