At Last

I'm finally getting my energy back following my most recent surgery.  I am relieved, to say the least, especially since this coming week is Holy Week.  It was a very productive week in the office.  Administrative Assistant and I have all the music selected until Pentecost on June 8, which means we can get those bulletins done.  I still have to write a few liturgical elements, but those don't take much time.   

AA is going to be on vacation the first two weeks in May, so we're working ahead.  We do have some money budgeted for subs, but it's easier if we get most of the work done and I finalize the bulletin and announcements each week.  We've had workers in the building all week working on repairs from our ice dams.  They've been hanging dry wall and painting.  We have carpet samples to make our selection and place that order.  The paint fumes and dust were not fun, and we ended up closing the office door to try to cut down on them. 

Daughter seems to be doing well.  I'm noticing an interesting pattern.  She's happy until the time approaches to go home, and then she begins telling me how terrible her life is and how depressed she is and how she just can't handle it.  I've been calling her on the behavior, and she's not getting any sympathy from me, so hopefully she will stop doing it.  I told her that when she behaves like that I don't want to spend time with her. 

Thursday will be the 19th anniversary of the adoption.  It's hard to believe that Daughter is 27 now.  I've been her parent for over 24 years.  My parents have been dead for almost 5 years.  I thought when I moved here I would have the opportunity to see Sister and Brother more, but that hasn't happened.  Sister now has a boyfriend, and Brother is expecting a second child.  They are busy with their lives, and I'm busy with mine.  Most of the time, that's okay. 

The Friday after Easter I will go back to the surgeon and have another x-ray of my arm.  I'm confident that this time it is healing.  I can feel the difference.  That may sound strange, and I may be wrong, but I'm fairly confident the x-ray will shone the bone has healed.  It feels more stable.  I'm regaining strength in it, and the pain is lessening.  I'm hoping he will ease the restrictions.  I really want to get out there and work in my yard.  The winter took a heavy toll on it.  The weather is supposed to be nice this weekend, and Daughter will be with me all weekend since we have our children's ministry this evening.  She seems to be looking forward to helping me in the yard tomorrow.  It should be a good day.