Project 52
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I am exhausted and quite possibly losing my mind. I seem to spend most of my day alternating between worrying about what the city is going to do if we don't get the pond free of green stuff and stagnant water before their deadline and my upcoming surgery, how much pain I'm going to experience and what the recovery will actually entail. I figure if the surgeon's sending me home that or the next day it is just as good if I go in the office the following week (rather than stay inside our house). I have things to do there plus there is more room to walk around or do whatever exercises are prescribed. I also keep wondering "What if I'm wrong?" and "What if the surgery goes bad?"
Meanwhile it seems I'm going to be replaced at the Guild's corresponding secretary. It's been phrased as "We hear you are getting a new hip and are concerned you won't be able to perform your duties," but I think the real reason is because I'm not doing a good enough job. Which is likely as what I'm supposed to be doing was not explained in enough detail and certain things were left out. Like I'm supposed to be taking minutes of the board meetings (which I didn't find out about until *after* the last meeting plus when I asked about being on the board I was told no and I thought board meeting attendance was limited to members of the board. With one exception they are closed meetings.) I also suck at remembering to send out meeting announcements until two or three days beforehand. And I generally don't know what to say other than the location as the times keep changing and some the of the locations are weather dependent. My sense is that movers & shakers are friends socially and keep each other in the loop, whereas I inhabit my own tiny world.
In mom news, we got to visit with her on Saturday! And see my sister KC and her husband, and brother Rob and his wife! In more good news, her house is emptying of her possessions. Some stuff is going with her to the place she's residing (the family hasn't come up with a good name for it yet), other stuff is going into storage in the hope my mom gets to move to a bigger apartment when one becomes available, some is going to her kids and grandchildren, and some is being donated to the Salvation Army. Jebra and I were not much use in helping to empty the house other than he could reach the things stored up high. I mostly watched and wandered around trying to keep my balance and not fall over. In the not at all good department, mom has a case of the shingles in addition to her broken ribs. Not that any of it seems to be troubling her; I'm pretty sure they have her a high dose of pain killers and that's why her body isn't bothering her. Her mood was good though and I'm certain she was very happy to be around my sister again. They talk on the phone a lot but that isn't the same as seeing each other.
The day Jebra remarked we'd reached the spot in the yard where we'd had to stop last fall was also the day two new violation notices arrived. One is for the pond, the other tells us we have to remove the tree in our front yard before 9/9. About one-third of it is already gone and more would have been if not for the neighbor's shiny new truck parked in their driveway and being in danger from tree limbs as they're cut off. Beq and Carl are hoping to come out after work on Friday with Carl's chainsaw. I'm hoping that too.
Scrapbook papers & elements from the kit Bohemian Breeze
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