- Yesterday I worked one of those days where I had to open at 5 am and close at 8 pm. Fortunately it was not the entire 15 hours straight, but I worked 5-10 am and 5-8 pm. In the middle I took a short nap, ran 5 miles, and had my coaching class from 2:30-3:45. I was tired last night, but I was basically tired all day long so it didn't seem to matter.
- My run yesterday was difficult. I don't really ache anywhere, but I'm feeling a bit worn down. My legs are tired. I'm glad the training is almost done for this marathon. I am scheduled to run 20 miles tomorrow, then my long runs drop to 12 and 8 miles the following Saturdays. I am ready for the taper.
- We went to Grandparent's Day at the grandkid's school this morning. This is the first year we had all 3 grandkids to visit. Anna is in 2nd grade, Bennett kindergarten, and Caleb pre-K. They were all 3 so different. It was kind of funny. Way too much chaos for this old-timer though. :)
- I could only be there from 9-10:30 because, even though I had asked and wasn't scheduled to work until 11, my boss asked me yesterday to come at 10:30 because he had "a meeting." I was not very happy about that. He ALWAYS has a meeting. I swear, that seems to be all the salaried people at the Y do is attend meetings with the other salaried people. What I hate most, though, is my inability to express frustration and discouragement without anger. You'd think by now I would have figured out a way to better express my emotions. That's probably why I'm working a low-paying, part-time job at my age...
- It didn't help that my heart was pretty much broken during the Grandparent's Day visit. I so hate to see small children suffer or sad. It started in Caleb's classroom. He was fine, but there was another little boy there who didn't have a grandparent visiting... and apparently he thought I should be his. He kept wanting to hold my hand, then he started hitting me, and when we were to sit and Caleb climbed up on my lap, he wanted to sit on my lap too. I tried gently getting him to take his seat but he was having none of it. It was very sad. And then...
- After leaving Caleb's class I stopped in Anna's room to tell Jane I was leaving. Earlier, when I was in Bennett's classroom, Anna's other grandpa came in and said no one was in Anna's room and he didn't know where they were. I guess he then decided to leave. I don't blame him, because I doubt I would have known what to do either (I guess Anna's class had gone outside for recess). However, poor little Anna did not understand why Grandpa Andy went to the boys' classes and not to hers. I was afraid she was going to cry, and it almost made me cry on the spot (and even still as I type this). Being the only girl in the family has to be hard. It seems like Anna is always the one left out, getting yelled at, and I'm sure to her it seems like she's the only one who's on her own (with no sister). I feel so sorry for her and life seems very unfair. I went back to work still on the verge of tears...
- Then... I read this letter from the spouse of a pastor who had killed himself. Ugh. I'm not even going to link to it. It is the saddest thing. My heart was literally sore.
- So, now I'm just sitting at work writing this post. It's a rainy Friday downtown. Quite serene looking out the wall of windows onto Harrison Street in the heart of the city. There is one guy on a treadmill, a couple guys lifting weights, and a class taking place. The bike shop is empty across from my desk except for the mechanic who is reading on her computer.
- Speaking of reading, I think that's what I will do. I am almost done with N.T. Wright's 'The Lord and His Prayer.' It's okay. I seem to have trouble reading English authors, but it's basically a sermon series he preached at one time on the Lord's Prayer, so it's interesting. After that I will start in on Michael Frost's new book 'Keep Christianity Weird.'
- Well, now that it's lunch-time the place is filling up. I guess I should probably do my job...
Friday, September 07, 2018
Friday fragments
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