Day of Longness
Yesterday was a long day.
It was filled with laughter, sadness, worry, busy, and not much downtime.
Yesterday started at 6am when I got up to go to the gym. Through morning slowness that happens periodically, I didn't GET to the gym until 7:30, but I still got a solid 45min workout in anyway.
I managed to go on Monday as well, and plan to on Friday as well. 2 Gold Stars so far for this week. I have been feeling really good lately, I think that tonsil infection had been dragging me down. Other stuff has been feeling weird, but I think that is typical Girly Stuff(tm), not anything to be concerned about. Need to get past this fucking plateau though, which is annoying the crap out of me. I realized coming into my office that the tickets to the Henry Rollins thing at 7:30 were still on the 'fridge, and they would have to get picked up. But I had to hit the bank to shuffle money around too. Maybe I go during lunch? Not sure. Resolve to call D. and find out if he was smart and grabbed them (usually something that I am in charge of, since I have the purse, so I don't log that as likely, but worth checking on first)
Work was already slated to be busy, with M. out for an Angioplasty, and K. out for a health and safety day (aka PTO-sanity day). D. woke up yesterday feeling really bad though, and ended up calling off for the day. That left A. and myself alone to support a whole floor of Faculty. *cues circus music*. Typical tasks abound. Just multiplied a bit, and throw in a few 'forgotten urgencies', and you get the picture.
I call D. about the tickets, and we determine that we would just go home after work, as he wanted to get changed anyway. I acknowledge that this makes my life MUCH easier.
I get a phone call from M's DH from the hospital. They went in for the Angio, and discovered more than what they bargained for. She is going in for a triple-bypass on Friday*. Spoke to DH for a good 30 min. He was a mess. I am fairly used to talking to friends about things that they are upset about, and am told that I am good at making people feel better (even if I do tell them things they don't want to hear). I am, however, not accustomed to talking to a 60yr old man, (who I have not exchanged anything but pleasantries with) who is sobbing with anxiety and fear** about someone who I am also worried and concerned about. Their useless son couldn't be bothered to go with them to the hospital to wait with him, so DH was alone in his freaking out.
I notified both of her faculty, and our supervisor, and stuff continued to get covered as best we could. 3:00 rolls around, at which point it dawns on me that I haven't hit the bank yet. Not sure if it will even be possible. Call Derek to give the update on chaos. Ask if thing NEED to be done TODAY. Distinct affirmative causes me to yell at him over the phone that that was why I was asking***. Determined that A was back, told her I needed to hit the bank before I shot myself.
Got back to the office, and things were relatively calm from there on out, D picked me up, and we went to the house to get changed and grab tickets.
Met up with acailin and visionline at Cafe du Jour, since they were going to the show as well. Mushroom Consume was had by all, chicken-cranberry sausage with apples was had by most. Damn tasty, too. Finished up in time to walk over to the show and get reasonably good seats about halfway up on the side.
Henry was true to form. Overall, not as FUNNEH-HAHA as he was when he came to the Byham the last time, but I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me. I am glad we went, and glad we went together. Things I learned that I didn't know before, or didn't quite GET before:
Henry is a total fanboy when it comes to his own heroes. He plays a total bad-ass when he is 'on', but when given the opportunity to meet, say... Iggy Pop, he turns into a total fanboy goober that forgot to take his meds. A quote, just for jacquez: "Iggy Pop is the King of Rock and Roll, not Elvis. People may disagree with me, but here me out: All the drugs that Elvis *ever* did, Iggy Pop did in an *afternoon*, then went on stage, played, and WAS FINE!!!"
Can't really argue with that.
He went to Islamabad, Pakistan this past December, since he had no holiday plans. WHO DOES THAT for FUN?? Henry Rollins, that's who. He was in Islamabad when Bhutto was assassinated. His hotel... 6 blocks away. He went out on the streets that night anyway. It figures, really.
Between him and Anthony Bourdain in Beirut, they could start their own foreign correspondent news of WTF??
He went for 3 hours, no break. He entered the stage with a bottle of water in his hand, but I never saw him drink any of it. As usual, it will take a while to absorb all of the data.
as he said of himself "A little of me, goes a long way."
Also, D saw his minister there, but didn't go over to say hi.****
We opted for dessert at EatN'Park, since we were all a bit twitchy.
I had peach-berry pie, with sounded intriguing, and likely the least bad for me of the options. I was quite happy with my choice.
Derek absorbed a banana milkshake via osmosis, and a strawberry pie. He was so tired, that was barely enough to get him back to the house, 1/2 mile away.
We got home, and proceeded to pass out just shy of midnight.
* found out this morning that they found 80% blockage in 3 arteries. She hadn't had any heart attacks yet, but it was coming soon, and likely would have killed her.
** Spoke again with them both this morning, she is in good spirits, and thankful that everything was caught early, he sounds MUCH better, and less freaked out. Friends and family will be there tomorrow to keep him company.
*** Later apologized for, but also was immediately walked in on by one of M's faculty, who was just swinging by to get some hot water from my water-cooler tap.
**** kyano, D thought of your friend who was interrupted in the shower at the gym, and decided that he wasn't going to intrude on her Night Off.
It was filled with laughter, sadness, worry, busy, and not much downtime.
Yesterday started at 6am when I got up to go to the gym. Through morning slowness that happens periodically, I didn't GET to the gym until 7:30, but I still got a solid 45min workout in anyway.
I managed to go on Monday as well, and plan to on Friday as well. 2 Gold Stars so far for this week. I have been feeling really good lately, I think that tonsil infection had been dragging me down. Other stuff has been feeling weird, but I think that is typical Girly Stuff(tm), not anything to be concerned about. Need to get past this fucking plateau though, which is annoying the crap out of me. I realized coming into my office that the tickets to the Henry Rollins thing at 7:30 were still on the 'fridge, and they would have to get picked up. But I had to hit the bank to shuffle money around too. Maybe I go during lunch? Not sure. Resolve to call D. and find out if he was smart and grabbed them (usually something that I am in charge of, since I have the purse, so I don't log that as likely, but worth checking on first)
Work was already slated to be busy, with M. out for an Angioplasty, and K. out for a health and safety day (aka PTO-sanity day). D. woke up yesterday feeling really bad though, and ended up calling off for the day. That left A. and myself alone to support a whole floor of Faculty. *cues circus music*. Typical tasks abound. Just multiplied a bit, and throw in a few 'forgotten urgencies', and you get the picture.
I call D. about the tickets, and we determine that we would just go home after work, as he wanted to get changed anyway. I acknowledge that this makes my life MUCH easier.
I get a phone call from M's DH from the hospital. They went in for the Angio, and discovered more than what they bargained for. She is going in for a triple-bypass on Friday*. Spoke to DH for a good 30 min. He was a mess. I am fairly used to talking to friends about things that they are upset about, and am told that I am good at making people feel better (even if I do tell them things they don't want to hear). I am, however, not accustomed to talking to a 60yr old man, (who I have not exchanged anything but pleasantries with) who is sobbing with anxiety and fear** about someone who I am also worried and concerned about. Their useless son couldn't be bothered to go with them to the hospital to wait with him, so DH was alone in his freaking out.
I notified both of her faculty, and our supervisor, and stuff continued to get covered as best we could. 3:00 rolls around, at which point it dawns on me that I haven't hit the bank yet. Not sure if it will even be possible. Call Derek to give the update on chaos. Ask if thing NEED to be done TODAY. Distinct affirmative causes me to yell at him over the phone that that was why I was asking***. Determined that A was back, told her I needed to hit the bank before I shot myself.
Got back to the office, and things were relatively calm from there on out, D picked me up, and we went to the house to get changed and grab tickets.
Met up with acailin and visionline at Cafe du Jour, since they were going to the show as well. Mushroom Consume was had by all, chicken-cranberry sausage with apples was had by most. Damn tasty, too. Finished up in time to walk over to the show and get reasonably good seats about halfway up on the side.
Henry was true to form. Overall, not as FUNNEH-HAHA as he was when he came to the Byham the last time, but I laughed, I cried, it became a part of me. I am glad we went, and glad we went together. Things I learned that I didn't know before, or didn't quite GET before:
Henry is a total fanboy when it comes to his own heroes. He plays a total bad-ass when he is 'on', but when given the opportunity to meet, say... Iggy Pop, he turns into a total fanboy goober that forgot to take his meds. A quote, just for jacquez: "Iggy Pop is the King of Rock and Roll, not Elvis. People may disagree with me, but here me out: All the drugs that Elvis *ever* did, Iggy Pop did in an *afternoon*, then went on stage, played, and WAS FINE!!!"
Can't really argue with that.
He went to Islamabad, Pakistan this past December, since he had no holiday plans. WHO DOES THAT for FUN?? Henry Rollins, that's who. He was in Islamabad when Bhutto was assassinated. His hotel... 6 blocks away. He went out on the streets that night anyway. It figures, really.
Between him and Anthony Bourdain in Beirut, they could start their own foreign correspondent news of WTF??
He went for 3 hours, no break. He entered the stage with a bottle of water in his hand, but I never saw him drink any of it. As usual, it will take a while to absorb all of the data.
as he said of himself "A little of me, goes a long way."
Also, D saw his minister there, but didn't go over to say hi.****
We opted for dessert at EatN'Park, since we were all a bit twitchy.
I had peach-berry pie, with sounded intriguing, and likely the least bad for me of the options. I was quite happy with my choice.
Derek absorbed a banana milkshake via osmosis, and a strawberry pie. He was so tired, that was barely enough to get him back to the house, 1/2 mile away.
We got home, and proceeded to pass out just shy of midnight.
* found out this morning that they found 80% blockage in 3 arteries. She hadn't had any heart attacks yet, but it was coming soon, and likely would have killed her.
** Spoke again with them both this morning, she is in good spirits, and thankful that everything was caught early, he sounds MUCH better, and less freaked out. Friends and family will be there tomorrow to keep him company.
*** Later apologized for, but also was immediately walked in on by one of M's faculty, who was just swinging by to get some hot water from my water-cooler tap.
**** kyano, D thought of your friend who was interrupted in the shower at the gym, and decided that he wasn't going to intrude on her Night Off.