VaCaDay 2

So it's Sunday, which feels like a vacation day most weeks anyway, but I'm very full of the vacation mindset, so that's what it is. Even though we made our normal Sunday Target run, which is the same as every other week.

I slept badly last night, and took two naps today, one in the morning before K even got up, and another this afternoon. In between, my mission has apparently been to fine tune my little list of what I want to do this week, and do whatever I could get done today, which was filing or shredding papers, making sure I had no bills to pay, and straightening up my desk. Whenever I get up tomorrow, which is likely to be around 7.30, I can start getting other things done, like a trip to CVS and to Kohl's. I seem always to be motivated to get things done and crossed off my list so that my list will be empty and I will have no tasks to do, but then, of course, I'm bored. Gotta work that out in my head before I retire, eh?

As I mentioned on Twitter last night, I got an unexpected call from my dear OldFriend, who had herself unexpectedly heard that her brother died. Now, she is as good hearted and gentle a person as lives; she is just like her father was, who died suddenly when we were 16. Her brother was her step-brother, 8 years older, and from her mother's first marriage. He was an angry, unhappy person, just like their mother is. Some years ago, he cut off all contact with OF and her mother, not because he had any issues with his sister, but because I guess for him it was all or nothing. Sadly, OF was at that time depending on him for a lot of support -- not financial -- because she was having a lot of medical problems and he was a well-reputed doctor in another state who was trying to get her connected to the right doctors who could help her. And then one day he stopped calling, as if he vanished off the face of the earth. So she is lacking any kind of closure with him, is not really sure how he died, and is surprised that his grown daughter even called her to tell her. (And said, btw, please tell your mother. Not what's grandma's number, or will you tell grandma? Just please tell your mother. That her son died. Not a great job for anyone, but especially not for someone who isn't strong herself.) So that was last night's situation. OF apologized for calling me (not sure why) and said she didn't know what else to do, and I reminded her that she is to call me anytime ever for anything. We go back a long way together.

So it was a quiet day today; everybody took a long walk except me, but I'll get there. I have the whole Deathly Hallows audiobook loaded on the iPod, so that's a lot to listen to when I walk. I'm shooting for Tuesday, if not tomorrow.

WATCHING THE GOODBYE GIRL :: ENTRY #1733