Mea Vita Est Insana
"Insane" is actually a good descriptive adjective for my life, though, as Jonathan likes to remind me, "crazy" is normal at PHC. Let's just do a quick review of the bidding since I left school last Wednesday night....
Wednesday Night: Arrive home in a state of mental, emotional, and physical (yes, all that packing and cleaning does take it out of you) exhaustion. I curled up on the deck with a bottle of sparkling grape juice (don't worry, it's not alcoholic) and a good book, since everybody had more or less gone their separate ways for the evening.
Thursday: Rise early, unpack just enough to repack for New England. I don't have a bedroom yet.
Thursday at Midnight: After a 12-hour trip, arrive in New Hampshire.
Friday: Conferencing.
Saturday: Conferencing.
Sunday: Rise early, get on the road (church service in transit) and go to my Uncle Steve's house for lunch. Leave there and arrive at Grandpa's by midafternoon. Go to beach. Unpack. Unwind.
Monday-Tuesday: More unwinding, with a lavish dinner at Olive Garden on Tuesday night. Grandma is a WONDERFUL cook, but we decided to give her a break and all went to Olive Garden to eat exquisite Italian food and tie cherry stems with our teeth (long story that has to do with kissing, and parents, and all that stuff. Don't ask).
Wednesday: Rise early to visit graveyard of my ancestors on Grandpa's side, wherein I have quite a slew of brave sea captains from the early 1800's. It was a moving experience.... more on that some other time, perhaps. Sufficive to say here that I love graveyards. They are some of the deepest places left to us on earth. We left Grandpa and went to Nana's house. There we spent the afternoon in repose, but had to dress to the nines for dinner at her golf club, where they had a live piano player (who was nineteen--which surprised Nana--and marvelously good). Food lovely, of course....REAL clam chowder and a swordfish steak to die for and so on. After that we returned to her house and saw Finding Neverland, which was interesting, but more on that later.
Thursday: Rise at crack of dawn and drive 10 hours back to Maryland. I spent the evening after we got home unpacking into my room, which I now have back.
This Morning: I got up at 7:30 and delighted muchly in the joys of having my computer right next to my bed, where I can use my Bible software to do word searches. I was in the midst of this when Mom poked her head in to tell me that the work day would begin at 9 AM over at the warehouse. "Right ho," I said. I got the warehouse in good time, but we hadn't been having our planning meeting more than an hour when a call came through that one of the Tapestry booth kits had not been safely delivered to New Jersey, and that our vendors were stranded at a conference of over 4,000 people without a booth. Yikes!
Mom looked at Laura and I. "Well girls, it's seven hours round trip. Want to have our planning meeting on the way to New Jersey?"
So, we did. It turned out to be ten hours, with traffic, and remember gentle reader that I had only just yesterday driven over this road for ten hours on my way back from New England. We took a laptop and the booth kit and various books, and had literally a ten-hour business meeting, except for the half-hour we spent at the conference setting up the Tapestry booth for our poor vendors. We left them with profuse apologies, and trot-trotted back to Boston, arriving home at 9:30 PM, which means that I have been out of the house a total of 12 hours today.
Oh, by the way... tomorrow 70 people are descending on our house to hold a bridal shower for a family friend. But that's incidental.
Favorite moment of the last few days: Marjorie, who has gotten fully into the spirit of the Longaevi, leaned over towards me at Nana's posh club (where, I kid you not, all the men were in blazers or suits) and, nodding at the urn-and-grape centerpiece, said, "Posy is trying to eat the grapes!"
I adore my baby sister.
It's past eleven now, and I won't wait for the stroke of midnight to turn into a pumpkin. It IS good to be back in Maryland, even if I'm too tired to write properly, and even though I've really been between here and NJ most of the day.
Maybe tomorrow I can finish reading up on that list of woes. In case you're interested, my dear, there are some fascinating beatitudes and woes given by Jesus in Luke 6. I found them particularly curious on account of the upside-down (to the sinful human nature) perspective that they offer on life.
It's a crazy, crazy existence... and I love it. Te gratias ago, Domine!
Wednesday Night: Arrive home in a state of mental, emotional, and physical (yes, all that packing and cleaning does take it out of you) exhaustion. I curled up on the deck with a bottle of sparkling grape juice (don't worry, it's not alcoholic) and a good book, since everybody had more or less gone their separate ways for the evening.
Thursday: Rise early, unpack just enough to repack for New England. I don't have a bedroom yet.
Thursday at Midnight: After a 12-hour trip, arrive in New Hampshire.
Friday: Conferencing.
Saturday: Conferencing.
Sunday: Rise early, get on the road (church service in transit) and go to my Uncle Steve's house for lunch. Leave there and arrive at Grandpa's by midafternoon. Go to beach. Unpack. Unwind.
Monday-Tuesday: More unwinding, with a lavish dinner at Olive Garden on Tuesday night. Grandma is a WONDERFUL cook, but we decided to give her a break and all went to Olive Garden to eat exquisite Italian food and tie cherry stems with our teeth (long story that has to do with kissing, and parents, and all that stuff. Don't ask).
Wednesday: Rise early to visit graveyard of my ancestors on Grandpa's side, wherein I have quite a slew of brave sea captains from the early 1800's. It was a moving experience.... more on that some other time, perhaps. Sufficive to say here that I love graveyards. They are some of the deepest places left to us on earth. We left Grandpa and went to Nana's house. There we spent the afternoon in repose, but had to dress to the nines for dinner at her golf club, where they had a live piano player (who was nineteen--which surprised Nana--and marvelously good). Food lovely, of course....REAL clam chowder and a swordfish steak to die for and so on. After that we returned to her house and saw Finding Neverland, which was interesting, but more on that later.
Thursday: Rise at crack of dawn and drive 10 hours back to Maryland. I spent the evening after we got home unpacking into my room, which I now have back.
This Morning: I got up at 7:30 and delighted muchly in the joys of having my computer right next to my bed, where I can use my Bible software to do word searches. I was in the midst of this when Mom poked her head in to tell me that the work day would begin at 9 AM over at the warehouse. "Right ho," I said. I got the warehouse in good time, but we hadn't been having our planning meeting more than an hour when a call came through that one of the Tapestry booth kits had not been safely delivered to New Jersey, and that our vendors were stranded at a conference of over 4,000 people without a booth. Yikes!
Mom looked at Laura and I. "Well girls, it's seven hours round trip. Want to have our planning meeting on the way to New Jersey?"
So, we did. It turned out to be ten hours, with traffic, and remember gentle reader that I had only just yesterday driven over this road for ten hours on my way back from New England. We took a laptop and the booth kit and various books, and had literally a ten-hour business meeting, except for the half-hour we spent at the conference setting up the Tapestry booth for our poor vendors. We left them with profuse apologies, and trot-trotted back to Boston, arriving home at 9:30 PM, which means that I have been out of the house a total of 12 hours today.
Oh, by the way... tomorrow 70 people are descending on our house to hold a bridal shower for a family friend. But that's incidental.
Favorite moment of the last few days: Marjorie, who has gotten fully into the spirit of the Longaevi, leaned over towards me at Nana's posh club (where, I kid you not, all the men were in blazers or suits) and, nodding at the urn-and-grape centerpiece, said, "Posy is trying to eat the grapes!"
I adore my baby sister.
It's past eleven now, and I won't wait for the stroke of midnight to turn into a pumpkin. It IS good to be back in Maryland, even if I'm too tired to write properly, and even though I've really been between here and NJ most of the day.
Maybe tomorrow I can finish reading up on that list of woes. In case you're interested, my dear, there are some fascinating beatitudes and woes given by Jesus in Luke 6. I found them particularly curious on account of the upside-down (to the sinful human nature) perspective that they offer on life.
It's a crazy, crazy existence... and I love it. Te gratias ago, Domine!
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