Sabbath Greetings from this one-horse town! Here we are Sunday afternoon and my afternoon shut-eye is approaching. This weekend has been slow and relaxing, I just wish the rain would stay away. I woke up this morning early because it sounded like the cabin was in a tunnel. Alas, it was not a tornado but I did worry.
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| TGIF Buzzard Meeting at the Fairgrounds |
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| Best I could zoom in. I didn't want them to eat Bella if I got closer. |
So by the end of the work week, I've made the decision that Bella and I are going to make the trek to Target on Saturday, about an hour southeast (?) of Bland in Chrisitiansburg- a town next to Blacksburg where they both appear to share Virginia Tech. Anyway, it was an eventful drive and I wanted to spend my gift card from my lovely Mullanphy SpEd friends (thank you again so much!!!!). Got some new colorful spring shirts and other items.
On the way home, BJL and I stopped at Claytor Lake State Park to walk around a bit as she was getting antsy. It was a nice day out and we walked a bit.
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| Frog legs |
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| Claytor Lake |
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| I will scratch here, I will scratch there, I will scratch everywhere. |
Today was uneventful, aside from waking up to the wind tunnel. I went into Wytheville and went to House of Wal Mart for some more scrub pants and other items (No Mom, I didn't spend a lot). People are serious about their Sabbath because Geez la Pete the antique store I wanted to go to was closed on Sundays! WTH. Came home and we went on a walk and now here I am.
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| View from the porch. Don't be jealous of my slides, you can get your own pair from HoWM. |
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| Sing as Rihanna, "I found love in a king-size bed!" I love this bed. More comfortable than mine at home. |
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| Due to safety reasons, I couldn't get a better picture than this but this is one of my favorite views on the way to work- a lovely pastoral scene complete with cows and a silo. |
Let me get real for a moment on 3 things:
1. I'm disappointed in the lack of recycling services down here. You must have a county sticker to recycle and then if you do you can only recycle paper and plastic. And there are not recycling options at any place I've been to other than the state park. I'm saving my cans for my parents to take home, a job I know they are thrilled to take on. I fear for the baby dolphins, sea turtles, and other creatures who are going to be marred by the lack of cutting up soda can rings.
2. I miss my kids and my school friends. Well, most of my kids. I don't mind working with seniors but there is something to be said about the kids. I think I would prefer nonverbal participants than those who share the same story every day and are always hurting everywhere. Anyway, when you've worked somewhere so long, it's hard to let that go overnight. I know they're being taken care of but since I have control issues, it may not be how I'd do it. But they have great teachers and supports!
3. Incontinence is a BITCH. Don't fret, I'm all good in that department. It is sometimes really difficult to deal with certain odors because often, people are not aware of their incontinence. So the therapy question can be: do I use therapy time to change pants and do toileting (if it's not too much work, like a max assist of 2 pt.) or do I let the smell linger while we work on more pertinent things? Sometimes it really is nauseating. So friends and family, when I get to that stage in life again where I experience such issues please for the love of God tell me! Say "For Christ's sake Lindsey! You smell like a urinal!" or something of that nature. Also, I have a patient who thinks its appropriate to hit on me because I'm single? a woman? not ancient? He said to me a couple days ago, "I wish I woke up with you"- yeah dude, top on my list is waking up to an 80 y/o incontinent man. Thus going full circle back to the issue of continence.
That's all she wrote. Have a good week! 2.5 weeks down, 11 to go!
Peace, love, Sour Patch,
LMJ
PS: I've decided water chestnuts are the vestigial organs of ingredients.
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