I survived The Haigs with very little incident . . .
Haig 1 realized he’d over stepped his bounds and made himself scarce for the rest of the week that The Director and The Fiscal Officer were gone. Although he did cruise the hallway in the Admin Wing pretty frequently he never ventured into The Business Office again . . .
Haig 2 was sick the first two days of the week and kept to her own office when she was at work because we told her we didn’t want her germs . . .
Life was good . . .
End of Month processing went smoothly . . .
Preparations for the upcoming State Audit have been relatively uneventful . . .
Then . . . the shit hit the fan . . .
Coronavirus hysteria hit my little part of Ohio . . . it hit the entire state . . . and ALL the Haigs are expressing opinions. . . spreading rumors . . . stirring the pot and causing chaos. Life is not good . . .
I am safe. I have plenty of food, water and necessities for the next couple of weeks. My family is safe and they’re all healthy. There are no reported cases in my little county. Just about every library in the state has closed or will be by the first part of next week. The Director is trying to balance the best interest of the patrons and the best interests of the staff . . . and it’s not a job for the faint of heart . . . right now it’s more a matter of “when” we will close and not “if” we will close . . .
Right now my biggest concern is keeping my regular level of every day anxiety from flying off the charts with the “what if” scenarios and “am I prepared enough” second guessing discussions with myself . . .
I’m half tempted to tell the fates “I’ve been through way worse than this . . . is this all you’ve got?” but I know better . . .
Hang on, y’all. We’re in for a bumpy ride . . .
How can it be November already?
I’m at Camp Gottastitch. Doing cross stitch stuff.
I accidentally left Gnomie at home.
He’s probably not mad.
It’s gonna be a great weekend.
That grief is grief is grief. Those who tell you it gets better with time are liars.
That no matter how you think you’re prepared for Ohio winter you’re never prepared for an Ohio winter.
That worry is a total waste of time. Whatever the worst case scenario is, your worry won’t help fix it and when it’s not the worst case scenario you’ve wasted all that time for nothing.
That family drama is actually entertaining when it doesn’t involve you.
And finally – there’s a reason why they’re called ex-husbands
Plans a vacation day to go grocery shopping to avoid the “white death from above” pre winter storm shopping frenzy.
While I was taking down the Christmas tree last night, I realized I might have a bit of an obsession with Hallmark ornaments.
And Willow Tree figures.
Not bad for someone who hates Christmas.
I really don’t like January.
Then the mailman brings this kind of happiness.
Still won’t change my opinion but I do look forward to seeing the mail truck at the end of the street.
Tonight was the viewing for the young man from Local Catholic School that passed away last week. They held it in the gym at the school to accommodate the crowd . . .
It was packed . . . there were no parking spaces . . . and I saw some creative parking skills!
I got to see some of “my kids” and some of my old co-workers . . . it was nice to see them but sad to see them under those circumstances . . .
Watching football players cry was horrible . . . watching football coaches cry was gut wrenching . . .
Seeing him in a casket with his trademark little devilish smirk was more than I could bear . . .
Dang I hate January . . .
Tuesday night the siblings and I visit Mom . . . it’s a tradition that started many years ago with a family dinner . . . then evolved to family night with dessert . . .
Today is Tuesday . . . but it’s also a holiday . . . do we go . . . or do we not go . . . I decided to go and had a lovely visit with Mom all by myself . . . the other siblings were there at other times during the day today . . . I just happened to be there at the “regular” Tuesday night time . . . sadly there was no dessert . . . so Mom and I ate some of her Hershey Bells!
Mom asked me why I was there . . . and I told her that it was Tuesday and if I didn’t come tonight then my whole week would be even more off kilter than usual . . . with a holiday today, trash being off a day, and the visitation and a funeral for the young man from Local Catholic School at the end of the week . . . I needed some sense of “normal”
Sometimes it’s the little things in life that mean the most . . .
Listening to Rocky snore always brings me great comfort.
If he can sleep that soundly, it means he feels safe.
If he feels safe then maybe I can feel safe too.