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same_skyToday was hugely busy and I'm extremely tired.. but the good news is that we have a nice three-day weekend. Unless we end up working on Saturday. Really don't wanna, but that's another story. Seems like a lot of people will be cooking this weekend, and a good deal of beans will be had by all. You know what's insane? We lowered the price of the beans $.20 per pound today. They've been at the previous price for a couple of weeks, and people were pretty much just paying it and moving on with life, even though it is admittedly quite high. (Produce is having a hard time in general this year.) Anyway. We lowered the price.. and more people complained about it today than before. Customers are dumb.
A physical therapist was in the store today, and my dad knew her and talked to her for a minute. She wasn't his home health therapist, but she came out once or twice.. or something like that. She said that it was always good to see people out and about much later to see them moving around so well. I guess I might not have mentioned, at least not recently, that my dad was in the same car wreck that killed my brother. He came very very close to dying as well, and it brought tears to my eyes when they were talking, suddenly feeling grateful that I still have a wonderful dad and remembering a few things suddenly from that year.. the feel of his foot on my arm when I did his physical therapy exercises in the afternoons, the smell of sterile gauzes and sickness, and the echo of a stranger's voice asking derisively how people get themselves into such a shape, as if anyone would choose such a thing. What a miserably unhappy time that was, and how lucky we all are just to be alive. Anyway, that was perilously close to depressing, so I'm moving on now. :)
We're apparently going to see some sort of Swedish singing group on Sunday. Apparently, it's a 50-voice Swedish youth choir from Hassleholm, in southern Sweden. They're on a three-week US tour and have agreed to include Lexington as part of it. This is all in the newsletter we received at the midsummer picnic that was stolen and then mailed to us by Jenny. :) The other Morehead member of the association called the other night to ask if we were attending. Magnus said that we weren't sure, which greatly surprised him. He called again tonight and Magnus said that yes, we were going. The response? "Oh, good. I have your tickets here." We need to go pick them up tomorrow.. laugh. Confident, wasn't he? :) I have no clue what kind of music, or what kind of event, for that matter, this will be, but I guess we'll see. It's at a church. I guess I should look for something ncie to wear.
I thought I might have something else to ramble about, but as it turns out, I'm too sleepy to imagine what it would be. Hiya to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starlon, one of those funny mud-type people. Night night, folks.
A physical therapist was in the store today, and my dad knew her and talked to her for a minute. She wasn't his home health therapist, but she came out once or twice.. or something like that. She said that it was always good to see people out and about much later to see them moving around so well. I guess I might not have mentioned, at least not recently, that my dad was in the same car wreck that killed my brother. He came very very close to dying as well, and it brought tears to my eyes when they were talking, suddenly feeling grateful that I still have a wonderful dad and remembering a few things suddenly from that year.. the feel of his foot on my arm when I did his physical therapy exercises in the afternoons, the smell of sterile gauzes and sickness, and the echo of a stranger's voice asking derisively how people get themselves into such a shape, as if anyone would choose such a thing. What a miserably unhappy time that was, and how lucky we all are just to be alive. Anyway, that was perilously close to depressing, so I'm moving on now. :)
We're apparently going to see some sort of Swedish singing group on Sunday. Apparently, it's a 50-voice Swedish youth choir from Hassleholm, in southern Sweden. They're on a three-week US tour and have agreed to include Lexington as part of it. This is all in the newsletter we received at the midsummer picnic that was stolen and then mailed to us by Jenny. :) The other Morehead member of the association called the other night to ask if we were attending. Magnus said that we weren't sure, which greatly surprised him. He called again tonight and Magnus said that yes, we were going. The response? "Oh, good. I have your tickets here." We need to go pick them up tomorrow.. laugh. Confident, wasn't he? :) I have no clue what kind of music, or what kind of event, for that matter, this will be, but I guess we'll see. It's at a church. I guess I should look for something ncie to wear.
I thought I might have something else to ramble about, but as it turns out, I'm too sleepy to imagine what it would be. Hiya to
starlon, one of those funny mud-type people. Night night, folks.
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Date: 2003-07-03 11:52 pm (UTC)I'm glad your Dad is alive and healthy again too *big hug* How terrible it must have been to have come so close to losing two incredibly special people - I can't imagine how your Dad has coped with your brother's death either. I'm so glad he's moving around well and feeling better - I'm sure part of that is due to his wonderful, loving family as well as his incredible strength. Indeed, we are all lucky to be alive - we must remind each other and ourselves to make the most of it.
I hope you have a lovely weekend!!
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Date: 2003-07-06 11:44 am (UTC)