Today is just one of those days. After a few of those weeks. Thank goodness for friend visits (M&R are here from NY) because that's why I'm not bugged by today.
So first I had Covid. Then it was taking so long to go away. But once I got that call from my sister and my mom ended up dying the adrenaline just scared the bejabbers out of Covid. And, you know, my mom died. And I had to get my mom's apartment emptied, which was so much work.
However, we've had a week with our dear friends, and that has been super lovely. The timing could not have been better. The validation of being surrounded by loving people who have your back and think your mom was pretty shitty and have had a mom like that and came out the other side and can talk about it being better after awhile? So good.
But mrguy, who feels shitty about this, told me that I probably wouldn't get called for jury duty when I got a notice that told me to appear on the last day of our friends' visit. And for some reason I listened to him and didn't get a postponement because I am lazy. And I did get called, and I am Juror 6 and will have to spend more time at the courthouse tomorrow. But I have an out. I would be a good juror but I have reasons.
And the three oranges that I was expecting were mistakenly cut off the orange tree by the tree guys today, despite the clear instructions of mrguy. To paraphrase Elizabeth Clare Prophet, what tree has done, tree can do. Honestly, I expected those oranges not to make it to maturity but I expected deer to do it, not dudes.
Tomorrow, my last day of vacation, I report at 10:30.
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