Odds & Ends, Bits & Pieces

I guess learning never ends. Not that I want it to as the alternative is rather grim, but I must say I’ve had my share with this marketing stuff. First it was the designing of business cards. Then it was the revamping of my website to reflect what it is I do. Next came the production of a newsletter and a whole new computer program to set that up and that was a whole other learning curve. Between all that stuff and working on my Canyon College courses my brain feels like mashed potatoes squeezed into a tube.

I don’t even like mashed potatoes. In fact I hate them. Can’t eat them. Can’t even get them anywhere close to my mouth without feeling like my insides are going to find their way out. Try as I might I’ve never made it over that one. Seems like it got engrained right into my DNA eons ago, when I was just a little tyke and my Dad decided to force me to eat the darn stuff. Since then it’s been an automatic thing. Get them close to my mouth and my gag responses go crazy.

Mother’s Day was different this year. Even though I don’t drink, I have a funny feeling it was like a case of “the morning after the night before”. The day disappeared into a haze after flipping hamburgers on a humongous outside barbecue until 4 am on a cold and rainy night for 200 hormone packed, wild and crazy, celebrating, teenage graduating students. It was hard on my old body but fun to help out and a good excuse for an “almost” pyjama day on Sunday.

A visit at the nursing home to see Mom and to help her with her supper is what eventually forced me to climb into some clothes. Mom looked all spiffy dressed in some new duds my sister got for her last week. Her mind was kind of swimming around though. She went from washing clothes on her wash board to asking me if I had fed my mare this morning and then back to “it rained yesterday.”

She was in a good mood though which didn’t surprise me at all considering it was two of the best workers on duty. I can walk into that place and take one look at the residents and tell you who’s on shift before I even see them just by the way the residents are. It makes that much difference who’s on the floor and how well the staff ‘do’ or ‘don’t do’ their job.

I’m off to Westbank again tonight. This will be week six and the last class of the first course I am doing out there. Six weeks down and six more to go. I can’t believe I’m half way there already. There’s talk that they’ll want me to come and do more workshops for them in the fall. Yahoo! Between you and me, what more could a person ask for?