Day one of the weekend marathon is behind me. My legs and feet are tired and I'm hoping they recover before morning when I will get up and do another day like today all over again. I'm fairly confident my body will gradually adjust, and maybe my mind won't be far behind. It's kind of hard to imagine doing this week after week for months/years on end. I can imagine being home day after day, week after week, because that has always been my practice. This is something new.
I had a fun moment at work this morning when one of the residents called out to a woman across the hall who was braiding another resident's hair. "I'll see you later, Shorty!" she called. I looked again across the hall and into the open door of the other room. The woman braiding the hair was probably a several years older than me, short and slight, and black. Her face was warm and friendly. I went closer. "Do you live on P------ Rd?" I asked her. She did. "My daughter used to live next door to you." I told her.
When Shorty found out I was Bethany's mom, her smile grew brighter. "I just love Bethany!" she told me, and then I smiled. It was such a fun moment that I had to call Beth on my break and tell her. Next time I see Shorty I'm supposed to give her a hug from my sweet daughter. Now isn't that fun?P
PS. It was also nice to come home and find a card of encouragement in the mail from one of my mom's very good friends. I am blessed to call Judy my friend too. :0)
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