Eighteen years ago, I lost my Dad.
Usually, on this post, I would write something about his passing but in reflection, I want to write about something that I shared with Dad.
We went together to work for a number of years via public transportation.
I never was squeamish about walking to the bus or sitting on the bus and talking to my Dad while going to work. I am sorry to say that it was something at the time that I guess, I took for granted.In hindsight, it was a glorious time.We would talk about a lot of things, and Dad would give me a lot of his advice.I remember when I had someone steal my wallet out of my desk, and I was able to walk a few blocks over to where my Dad worked. It was a comfort to be able to commiserate with Dad over the theft, get a token to get home with, and know tomorrow would be another day.
As I usually would say about missing Dad, some things will never change.I am thankful of the memories that we shared through the later part of his working career.What a blessing it was, in hindsight, to have the time with him. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss him.
I miss you terribly Dad but will love you forever.
It’s getting to a point where my job is my job and that’s great.
My baby Zusher isn’t well.
I am trying to see with the first call from the lead vet, and waiting for the information for the second reading of the labs from a Philly vet, in order to take her for her second opinion.
If we get good new, for which I am praying, that would be great. If not and hospice is the term for Zush, I probable will leave the job to savor every day I have with the girls.
It all is in the hand’s of God and his hands on the heads of the vets.
Still praying for the girls….ALWAYS.
You ever get stuck with someone in a setting where there is no escaping? You HAVE to be here.
The self-drama, ha, I thought, I left behind me in the city.**God forgive my little jokes on Thee and I’ll forgive the big one on me.**
On the flip side, I ran into my friend Mark and his squeeze Eileen yesterday while at work. It’s funny how much you miss a genuine friend. Sure, you think about them and think about fun times but seeing them in person, well… It’s so easy to miss good friends.
The trick is to make new ones.
I made a major error yesterday morning. I got up, threw clothes on,got the girls walked, and 65 minutes later, I realized I did not put my fit bit on. Quel Horror! 3500 steps flying into the air!
So I majored in taking the scenic route yesterday, in order to make up those 3500 steps. It is so infuriating to feel married to my fit bit, but the results are speaking for themselves. I just got my Great Barrier Reef badge for walking 1600 miles.
I walk everywhere,everyday at my own pace. I am not a race walker, nor do I ever want to be. I have two knee replacements and my motto is you can’t hit s moving target. I admit there are times when I am bone tired and walking is the last thing I feel like doing.i walk enough during the week in the ant farm maze at work.
My 13 year old Zush and 6 year old Kasia love to walk. I don’t want to disappoint them either. We go out together for the entire pack benefit. I am not bad mouthing race walkers, because they are surely more fit then I will ever be.
As for me and my girls…we’ll catch up.
So it’s Friday afternoon, or in my world, Sunday afternoon.
Another weekend, in my world, that chores were accomplished,I managed to get some quality time in with my girls, and my time has flown. I would’ve loved to go out to dinner tonight, but don’t see that having a chance to happen, so I am prepared to kick back and save my energy for getting through my week.
Here’s hoping you get a chance to enjoy your real world weekend. Time is fleeting, so savor every moment.
I realize that it has been a while since I have written about me and my Fitbit zip.
Yes, I still it wear it everyday.I average around 15,000 steps a day, but I have to admit that I am a little tired today and, although I have made my 10,000 steps for today, I will still strive to get on out there and hit the bit 15,000 steps.
I have been hit with the curse of summer shoes.If I wear flip-flops, I rub a blister.If I were my Sketchers, well, they rub me the wrong way once in a while. I will be wearing my Clarks sandals, as they seem to be the only shoe that isn’t bothering me right now.It gets even more aggravating, as tomorrow is my Monday and I am back to work and I really am not relishing the fact of sore feet.
I’ll let you know what happens….
When you are on the graveyard shift, no amount of light prepares you for this…
We shut the light to keep heat down, as it tends to get our front office a bit cooler.
I am all for feeling cooler,but hey,I am starting to feel like a bat.It would be nice not to be in the dark so much!