Wow, what a week!…little time for anything but work…including cleaning up ice. I was privileged to accompany several family’s on some very sad journeys these past two weeks and I have been working very long hours. I’m whooped, but it is my weekend on call.
Most of my family is away this weekend at a volleyball tournament in Myrtle Beach where my youngest daughter is competing. I would have loved to have gone with them, but we have services and I need to be here.
I was asked to help a buddy with some computer issues late this afternoon and then we decided to go out to eat, savoring the skills of my second favorite chef, Keith, (don’t worry Greg, you’ll always be #1 with me). What a great night..wine, friendship, relaxation, outstanding food…. decompression. I am thankful for nights like this. Tomorrow, it’s back to “The Parlor” as Fred would say.
I was reminded last night that it is the giving, as opposed to the receiving, that really matters. One of my favorite songs of all time is written by Pat Monahan, lead singer of “Train“. Several years ago, I was introduced to his music and I can to say I was a fan long before “Hey Soul Sister” and that I have introduced their music to my daughter, Elissa and we have gone together to see them several times.
I am posting this because of Pat’s final comments during the introduction. Sometimes, I just wonder about it all and where I fit in and/or matter. Living in a house where I am outnumbered 4:1, I have learned to take notice of the quirky things that make women different from men and I find them most frequently in the eyes. Here is a fun song about that subject.