Friday was my last day of work. I cleaned out my offices (yes, I seem to have accumulated more than one--though one is an office and one a desk), was treated to lunch by Alice and Victoria, and gladly put my feet up and cherished the thought of being done with something. Colin and I met Matt and went to an old speak easy: the 5-8 Club. My Grandma and I used to eat there when there was more time and better health.
Then came Saturday. Saturday brought the beginning of the madness that is moving. I was up until 1 a.m. packing and moving and shifting and sorting. I think there is something to be said about the ascetic lifestyle. I have too much stuff. It was Jesse's birthday and so Erin and Mitch invited us over for dinner: Chicken Pot Pie and Mitch's favorite, Pumpkin Parfait. Yum. We missed Anna who is in Boston for the weekend.
Sunday wasn't so bad. Sunday included a misfire on the church attending. I woke up 9 minutes before church was to start and arrived only10 minutes late. Then I realized that yesterday was Pentecost and after Pentecost we have only one service, at 9:30 and not 8. I had planned on attending Mt. Olive at 8 and then Our Saviour's (Colin's church) afterwards. I was sad to have missed the many goodbyesand well-wishes at Mt. O. Thankfully I ran into Kate, who quite frankly is awesome. Last week I had said goodbye to Redeemer. What great churches.
Even with this disappointment, I was able to enjoy a nice leisurely breakfast before heading out to Colin's church they sang his praises on what was his last day of Youth Ministry. While Colin was still on youth duty, Jesse and I grabbed lunch at the Town Hall Brewery on seven corners. After we all hit a long nap, Jesse, Colin and I ventured to a Graduation BBQ for a couple of Sem friends and spent most of the night chatting with very beloved professors and very witty friends. I missed Laura's party, which makes me a little sad.
At 4 a.m. tomorrow Jesse heads out to Denver for CPE. At 6 a.m. Wednesday, Colin and I head out for Ohio. I start CPE in a hospice center on Friday.
Life is hectic, life is beautiful.
It makes you only a /little/ said?
Posted by: Trudy Woo | May 28, 2007 at 02:14 AM
It makes you only a /little/ sad?
Posted by: Trudy Woo | May 28, 2007 at 02:14 AM
maybe if I had received an spiffy invitation and known when and where it was and the decidedly missed it I would have been /more/ sad.
Posted by: jeni | May 29, 2007 at 10:06 AM