Still baking

Today was a day for number crunching which is something I am particularly allergic to interspersed with periods of conflict. The stuff migraines are made of. When a visit to the Alzheimers wing on your break is more restful than your office you know you have issues. The most positive event in my world was finally getting a haircut after work which I’ve been unable to fit in for over a month.

We are in the final preparation for offspring arrival to the empty nest for the long weekend. Tonight it was another loaf of bread and in a nod to the old guy, a cherry pie for himself. Plans have been somewhat complicated/prolonged by the withdrawal of offer of transportation on Friday by daughter # 2s boyfriend for the baby daughter and her boyfriend from the city. This has been remedied by the plan that father will drive to Halifax for the pickup Friday by 6 p.m. Daughter # 2 and her boyfriend will make it down by Saturday afternoon.

In the end I find I am left with a package of Maple Leaf bologna (in a nod to her Newfoundland culture) which I will likely send back to the room mate who is now not coming to visit. She probably was spooked by all the last minute travel arrangement changes and thought she'd get stranded. I was reminded of a friend from Cape Breton who related how her son brought home an Indian university mate from St F X for Thanksgiving and she scrambled to figure out what she could feed the Muslim lad.

I have arrangements made for loan of the automatic defibrillator simulator from the local Medical First Responders for the first aid in-house course on Saturday afternoon for two. A barter arrangement for a local landscape designer/fitness instructor and daughter #3 so at least they both catch on quickly. It will ensure I have help in transplanting my perennials to my flowerbeds for sure.

This evening while making supper the phone rang and it was a fellow who we’d gone to school with MANY (30+) years ago who was home from BC visiting his parents asking to see the old house. They were looking for a summer/retirement home, were only here for a few days and didn‘t want to bother with real estate to view. We showed the place and regardless if they ever decide to put in an offer I was finally thrilled to find that they loved the house as much as we had 20 years ago. Restored my faith in human nature.

Off to the district facility in the a.m. for what is shaping up to be a grueling day. A team member suggested that just checking into Mental Health might be a plan by the end of the day. Sigh. On a more cheerful note there was a message from the cleaning lady advising she’d be here in the a.m. Yeehaw.