It's just so ironic! There are all these news items about terrible storms plowing through the lower midwest, dumping foot after foot of snow, and accompanied by pictures like this -
Well for the first time ever since I have lived in the U.P., we have reached a new year without snow. Here is a picture of a gloomy morning, yesterday out my front window -
Well for the first time ever since I have lived in the U.P., we have reached a new year without snow. Here is a picture of a gloomy morning, yesterday out my front window -
Yes, some of that grass IS green. And people here are going nuts without their beloved, nasty snow. Yes, it's hurting the local economy and spoiling people's weekend fun, but I love it. I feel like the news commentator guy in the movie Airplane! who turns to the camera and says "I say LET 'em crash!"
I spent most of my afternoon sitting in the waiting room as my dad had major surgery at the hospital/my workplace. He had a major bowel obstruction with large abcesses, and potentially cancer, although that won't be decided until later in the week. Anyway, he has an ostomy, which he will have for at least a couple months, and is in intensive care. Apparently they were going to put him on a ventilator but he did fine without one for the time being. Anyway, he will probably be in the hospital for at least another week.
I hate such situations, not only because of the obvious, but because whenever anyone asked why I was there and I told them, they were pressed into doing the "oh no, is everything ok?" with that worried thing going on with their face. Well, I don't deal well with such things as having people do that to me, so I was rather glad to leave after a miserable four hours of sitting in uncomfortable chairs and reading year-old magazines. Don't I sound sympathetic! Well I am, but I really feel quite useless sitting in a waiting room like that, and didn't see him at all anyway. Anyway, he is doing fine tonight.
Two more days off! It's been so long that I know not what to do with myself.
I spent most of my afternoon sitting in the waiting room as my dad had major surgery at the hospital/my workplace. He had a major bowel obstruction with large abcesses, and potentially cancer, although that won't be decided until later in the week. Anyway, he has an ostomy, which he will have for at least a couple months, and is in intensive care. Apparently they were going to put him on a ventilator but he did fine without one for the time being. Anyway, he will probably be in the hospital for at least another week.
I hate such situations, not only because of the obvious, but because whenever anyone asked why I was there and I told them, they were pressed into doing the "oh no, is everything ok?" with that worried thing going on with their face. Well, I don't deal well with such things as having people do that to me, so I was rather glad to leave after a miserable four hours of sitting in uncomfortable chairs and reading year-old magazines. Don't I sound sympathetic! Well I am, but I really feel quite useless sitting in a waiting room like that, and didn't see him at all anyway. Anyway, he is doing fine tonight.
Two more days off! It's been so long that I know not what to do with myself.
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