December 15, 2007

• Stupid Feelings

  This has been a strange week. 

  I have been more at the mercy of my emotions than I can remember being for a very long time. 

  There have been several rather intense experiences this week that contributed to the storm. 

  • As some of you know from past posts, I attended New Life Church when I lived in Colorado Springs. I've had dreams this week of walking through the building and seeing blood on the floor.
  • The boys have been sick.
  • Tucker had a major incident at school on Thursday, the first in two
    months.  It's worrisome as I try to figure out what to do next to help
    him.
  • In a surprising turn of events, I have on my mantel three little boxes with my name on them.  They are approximately jewelry sized boxes.  Two are from my sister and one from my children (they told their Dad what they wanted to get me and he helped them shop.)  I don't know what is actually inside the little boxes.  It could be a piece of paper offering a free foot massage.  But, I like shiny pretty things as much as any little girl and I find myself caught between hoping that these boxes contain shiny pretty things and the fear that they don't.. 
  • Work has been particularly intense as we received our license yesterday to act as a UCCC lender in Colorado.  I'm the point person for getting all the documents, processes and procedures in place to begin lending on January 4.
  •  My other sister had surgery this week.  It was a fairly routine procedure to remove her gall bladder, but with her, nothing is ever routine.  She has an amazingly large number of complicating factors and there's never any predicting how things will go with her.  She also emailed to remind me of her funeral preferences just in case. - I'm guessing that was just in case I wasn't quite freaked out enough already.  The end of the story is that she came through the surgery with fewer complications than she might have. At least for now, the funeral plans can go back into the vault.
  • I'm fighting with the Post Office.  UPS, FedEx, DHL, and anyone else who wants to find me seems to have no difficulty.  But the Postal Service which can deliver through storm, sleet, hail, and dark of night is apparently unable to conquer the 21st century apartment complex.  I've received three packages this week.  Or I should say that three packages have been sent to me.  In every case, instead of delivering them the carrier left a note in my mailbox informing me that I can retrieve my package from the post office the following day.  One of these packages was an overnight delivery with signature required.  The carrier didn't even attempt to deliver it.  I know this because when I found the note and went to the post office, my package was there - on the same day that I received the note - at 3:30 pm.  That tells me that the carrier didn't even ever have it on the truck because the postmaster told me that the carrier already doesn't make it back to headquarters until after 5 and "he simply does not have time to make deliveries to people who live in apartments."  I tried to let that go, but the more I thought about it, the more I became convinced that this is a battle worth fighting.  If someone pays the $22 for a package to be delivered to me overnight, by golly, I want it overnight. 

  I'm crying over cards, music, lights displays, things people say to me, antics of the stupid cat (who has spent much of his week perfecting his Puss in Boots impersonation), and this afternoon I found myself incredibly touched by a moment in the Alvin and the Chipmunks movie.

  

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