I should be...
I have four hours before time for the Frostheim meeting, which I will attend on my way to the airport to fly to Göteborg for the weekend. I ought to be using that time to get the house cleaned up so that my future self will want to come to it again. I am sitting at the computer. With luck this won't take long and the housework will still get done.
Yesterday morning I took mom to the airport. It has been great having her here. During her four weeks here we made it to the gym twice a week, so hopefully her physical therapist/doc/or whatever title they happen to hold who monitors her twice a week workouts back home will be pleased with her. I look forward to hearing if she has improved, stayed the same, or gotten better while on holiday. I hadn't been to the gym myself in many months, even though it is free to uni employees (so long as we go during business hours), so it was probably good for me, too. Not that I don't get a fair bit of motion into my days already, with my morning situps etc., evening yoga, and either biking or walking to work most days.
In addition to the gym we brought her along to nyckleharpa night twice, Finnish language class twice, choir three times, Frostheim social night 4 times, held a bbq here for her the first weekend, took her to visit family in Finland the second weekend, to an SCA event in Sundsvall the third weekend, and to visit lord_kjar's parents at their beautiful new farm the final weekend. In between she found plenty of time to read her way most of the way through Katherine Kerr's Devery books, so I think she was well entertained. She can rest when she gets home and "all" she has to do is play chauffeur to the grandchildren there.
We, on the other hand, can rest when we are dead, apparently, since this weekend's plan includes a Folk Dance on Friday, SCA event on Saturday, and opera on Sunday. We will fly home on Monday morning early enough to go straight from the airport to the office.
Oops, the alarm just went off to say the washer should be done, so I guess I will go hang up the clothes, and do that vacuuming that wants doing--those dust bunnies are getting scary.
Yesterday morning I took mom to the airport. It has been great having her here. During her four weeks here we made it to the gym twice a week, so hopefully her physical therapist/doc/or whatever title they happen to hold who monitors her twice a week workouts back home will be pleased with her. I look forward to hearing if she has improved, stayed the same, or gotten better while on holiday. I hadn't been to the gym myself in many months, even though it is free to uni employees (so long as we go during business hours), so it was probably good for me, too. Not that I don't get a fair bit of motion into my days already, with my morning situps etc., evening yoga, and either biking or walking to work most days.
In addition to the gym we brought her along to nyckleharpa night twice, Finnish language class twice, choir three times, Frostheim social night 4 times, held a bbq here for her the first weekend, took her to visit family in Finland the second weekend, to an SCA event in Sundsvall the third weekend, and to visit lord_kjar's parents at their beautiful new farm the final weekend. In between she found plenty of time to read her way most of the way through Katherine Kerr's Devery books, so I think she was well entertained. She can rest when she gets home and "all" she has to do is play chauffeur to the grandchildren there.
We, on the other hand, can rest when we are dead, apparently, since this weekend's plan includes a Folk Dance on Friday, SCA event on Saturday, and opera on Sunday. We will fly home on Monday morning early enough to go straight from the airport to the office.
Oops, the alarm just went off to say the washer should be done, so I guess I will go hang up the clothes, and do that vacuuming that wants doing--those dust bunnies are getting scary.