Lady dreamer, you might be the soundest sleeper...
What a week. The exciting/bad stuff really started on Wednesday. Wednesday was an exciting part. Megan came over and surprised me, we had dinner, I helped Jessica study for our Stat test, and Alex, her friend Shannon, and I worked out. Felt great.
Then Thursday. I royally f'ed up the last half of my statistics test because I was too stubborn to accept anything outside of the normal answers. I feel like such an idiot. Luckily, there's partial credit for shown work, so I should be okay with that. Thursday night was our Starbucks Holiday Cheer Party, an entire span of two hours where there's fun, festivities, carols, toy donations, and raffle drawings. We were also supposed to be serving a free tall holiday beverage (Gingerbread Latte, Eggnog Latte, Peppermint Mocha) to anyone who wanted it. The news however was...dumb. They said that anyone who brought a toy in could get a free tall drink. Period. Ack. But it was cool - Kevin "The Elf" Fair and I double-bar'ed the whole time, and we had fun. The caroling was grand, Meg was there, most of my "Plano friends" were there, and there was merriment and loudness.
And then Friday hit me like a brick in the head. Megan came over for a bit, sure, that was wonderful. Then was the Heritage Farmstead Tree Lighting Ceremony (which ironically did not have a tree to light up - it was in downtown Plano, and they were bussing people over). Here's what you need to know about Heritage - it's a Museum, set up to look like a turn-of-the-century village, with an old school house, old county office and everything. People in costumes and such. We were stationed up in the barn. While I was there, I received a phone call from my sister - telling me that my Great-Uncle, my dad's Uncle Teddy (Edward) passed away. The member of my non-immediate family I was closest to. It wasn't un-expected at least. He had been suffering for a while from Alzheimer's. The fondest memory I have at his house in New York was waking up every morning to Fridemann's Corn Toasties with a little butter on a paper towel. Then a sandwich for lunch....I also received my first black eye up there on the street where he lived...because I was playing some street baseball (with a tennis ball) with some kids, then had the ball hit right back into my eye after I pitched it. I wish I could cry about this. But something isn't allowing me to cry.
No more than 2 minutes after that phone call, I got a phone call from Megan - who was at the Lighting Festival with us. She had left the table for a bit, and I assumed she just left to get away from the noise of the barn and the crowded space...she was just outside the back, having let her curiousity take her there, and she was lying on the porch. She was faint, felt like throwing up, and she couldn't sit up, move her leg, or anything. She was crying, my poor Meg, and diagnosing herself with a broken foot. Carrie and Juila came over and helped, while I ran to go show Mrs. Duke where she was (Meg had called her and now they were looking for her in the area). We got a wheelchair, and she went to Primacare first to see what happened. It was confirmed that she broke her foot (5th tarsal - pinky bone) and was gone to the hospital for re-alignment. Throughout all of this, the only assistance I got from Heritage was from Mary, the woman who's a regular at Starbucks, and the man who helped me push the wheelchair to the car. Everyone else at the barn was setting up the sound equipment for the event. Several times they passed by Meg with cables, ignoring her prone form and sobs for help. I went to her house afterwards with a "Get Well" package and stayed with her until I was forced to go home.
And now it's Saturday, and it really doesn't feel like December - or the holidays for that matter.
__--{{Matt}}--__
Then Thursday. I royally f'ed up the last half of my statistics test because I was too stubborn to accept anything outside of the normal answers. I feel like such an idiot. Luckily, there's partial credit for shown work, so I should be okay with that. Thursday night was our Starbucks Holiday Cheer Party, an entire span of two hours where there's fun, festivities, carols, toy donations, and raffle drawings. We were also supposed to be serving a free tall holiday beverage (Gingerbread Latte, Eggnog Latte, Peppermint Mocha) to anyone who wanted it. The news however was...dumb. They said that anyone who brought a toy in could get a free tall drink. Period. Ack. But it was cool - Kevin "The Elf" Fair and I double-bar'ed the whole time, and we had fun. The caroling was grand, Meg was there, most of my "Plano friends" were there, and there was merriment and loudness.
And then Friday hit me like a brick in the head. Megan came over for a bit, sure, that was wonderful. Then was the Heritage Farmstead Tree Lighting Ceremony (which ironically did not have a tree to light up - it was in downtown Plano, and they were bussing people over). Here's what you need to know about Heritage - it's a Museum, set up to look like a turn-of-the-century village, with an old school house, old county office and everything. People in costumes and such. We were stationed up in the barn. While I was there, I received a phone call from my sister - telling me that my Great-Uncle, my dad's Uncle Teddy (Edward) passed away. The member of my non-immediate family I was closest to. It wasn't un-expected at least. He had been suffering for a while from Alzheimer's. The fondest memory I have at his house in New York was waking up every morning to Fridemann's Corn Toasties with a little butter on a paper towel. Then a sandwich for lunch....I also received my first black eye up there on the street where he lived...because I was playing some street baseball (with a tennis ball) with some kids, then had the ball hit right back into my eye after I pitched it. I wish I could cry about this. But something isn't allowing me to cry.
No more than 2 minutes after that phone call, I got a phone call from Megan - who was at the Lighting Festival with us. She had left the table for a bit, and I assumed she just left to get away from the noise of the barn and the crowded space...she was just outside the back, having let her curiousity take her there, and she was lying on the porch. She was faint, felt like throwing up, and she couldn't sit up, move her leg, or anything. She was crying, my poor Meg, and diagnosing herself with a broken foot. Carrie and Juila came over and helped, while I ran to go show Mrs. Duke where she was (Meg had called her and now they were looking for her in the area). We got a wheelchair, and she went to Primacare first to see what happened. It was confirmed that she broke her foot (5th tarsal - pinky bone) and was gone to the hospital for re-alignment. Throughout all of this, the only assistance I got from Heritage was from Mary, the woman who's a regular at Starbucks, and the man who helped me push the wheelchair to the car. Everyone else at the barn was setting up the sound equipment for the event. Several times they passed by Meg with cables, ignoring her prone form and sobs for help. I went to her house afterwards with a "Get Well" package and stayed with her until I was forced to go home.
And now it's Saturday, and it really doesn't feel like December - or the holidays for that matter.
__--{{Matt}}--__