I can't quite concentrate, I have a fresh new Vogue, People, and Entertainment Weekly awaiting me in the next room. Somehow I started out sweeping, thinking, 'Oh I shall be very productive and then reward myself with ten dollars worth of celebrity pictures and haute couture' and have now ended up blogging.
Happy Saturday! A very joyous Saturday to you! Don't you just love Saturdays where you go to work? No, not regular work, but a board of directors meeting?
My very first board meeting. I know now WHY they call them 'board' meetings - you got it, they're boring. Fortunately, we have a very nice board of directors. They don't yell and scream and just approve everything. I did get a delicious chicken salad sandwich out of the deal (with mustard!) and a particularly delectable pickle. You can't go wrong with that, friends.
Actually, I don't mind that much that I had to go to work - I get compensated for it, and got to have lunch with a remarkable man. His wife has Parkinson's, and he was sharing how hard it is - how long it takes her to eat, how she doesn't comprehend anything at all. How he put off getting nurses until he just couldn't do it alone anymore. It's a story I've heard a lot lately, and it stops me dead in my tracks. I cry when a wife calls for prayer, because her husband has Alzheimer's, and she needs 'strength and patience'. Yes, I wanted to say to her, and lots of grace, because this is Hard Stuff. For a year or so, I've watched a man I admire greatly deal with Alzheimer's ripping apart his wife. I've watched him as he would gently lead her to the circular altar for Communion, biting my lip, trying not to cry as they kneel together. "This," I say to myself, "this is 'in sickness and in health'. This is real love, when the person you love is not even there anymore."
These are the things you notice when you embarking upon your own marriage. And these are the things you hope you can endure.
On a happier note, my brother tracked me down - he and his girlfriend are in town, and we have arranged a grand supper including our entire family, including parents, grandparents, The Fiance, of course, and some other adult friends. I am quite honored that he wants to see ALL of us, usually he comes into town and I never quite catch him - my brother is tricky, busy boy.
Just last night The Fiance and I journeyed to the homeland for wedding talk and Mexican food. We watched Ray with my parents - have you ever noticed how you think a movie is just FINE and AMAZING and you tell your parents, 'Oh you really need to see this' and then? realize how much sex is in there? The movie, that is? Oh, and heroin usuage, too? Why is it so very embarrassing to watch that stuff with your parents?
Sometimes I think I would give anything to have hippie, dope smoking parents. It's just got to be easier to enjoy pop culture together.