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Work Front:

The Health Service Director (HSD) now plants her fanny in her own office which happens to be tucked away in the back 40 away from me. I have reclaimed MY office and keep it need and tidy. Three hole punch, tape dispenser and stapler all lined up in order. Every once in a while, I will find evidence she has entered my domain, an empty coffee cup, and whiff of cigarette smoke. She has smoked for 35 years. I just don’t understand how a nurse can smoke. I remember when I was a student nurse at Good Samaritan Hospital. Every once in a while, I would take a break outside for some fresh air and to my amazement I would find respiratory therapists smoking. Now that is really b-a-d.

The HSD calls me at home –just to talk shop. I listen and listen she rarely gives me a word in edgewise. So Her talks go on until ONE-her cell phone battery runs out or TWO her call is dropped. The Marketing Lady, I will call her Mrs. T, and the HSD assistant also gets these late night CHIT CHAT calls too. They speculate that she is lonely. I go one step further and think she might even have a girlie crush one me. She likes giving me these awkward spur- of the moment type of hugs—tight hugs. Now that I think of it she does dress like a man, cussing like a sailor, never been married, no children. Humm.

I have been working long hours into the evening doing assessments and care conferences. These are her job duties but I have taken the liberty to help her out but now I feel that she is taking advantage of me. My husband says I “need to grow some balls”. In the beginning, I felt it was my duty to teach her the ropes of her new job. She has never worked in an assisted living community. Never worked with dementia residents, she knows diddly squat about Washington State boarding home regulations. We will have our state Survey in a few months. So it is really I mean REALLY crucial that she knows what she is doing.

Nuff about my work stuff

HOME FRONT

My husband has been busy collecting wood. He checks out CRAIGS LIST every day and looks for free fire wood. Right now I hear him chopping in the drive way. We need to prepare for next winter. In a few months, husband wants me and my four legged friends out of the house. He will be doing a major remodel of our home which will include new carpets, wood and tile flooring, new appliances, toilets, siding—he has a huge job ahead of him. I’m thankful he is a procrastinator because I’m a little worried about living at the cabin by myself. We still haven’t really figured out the water and bathing situation and what about washing the clothes. I have a hard enough time keeping up with the endless pile of laundry now and I have a washing machine. It looks like I will need to get one of those old wash boards you find in antique stores or I could drive down the mountain and use a laundry mat? There are so many things that need to be ironed out.

I just watched the DVD– INTO THE WILD – This doesn’t help matters. Yes, I ‘m slightly reluctant. I will miss not working, miss my routine of working. I have been working full time for the last twenty years and never missed a day of nursing. I love helping people in need. I’m going to have to find something for me to do with my time. Maybe place an ad in the paper for a private nurse, work at the Child Study treatment Center in Snoqualmie. I just know that I can’t sit and wait for that cabin fever to hit me.

FUN STUFF

I had my sister’s kids over for the weekend. My baby sister and her husband had not been alone sans children in tow since the year 2002. I was more then happy to accommodate this mandatory date week end.

I had a wonderful time with her beautiful children– Absolutely spoiled them to goodness. We Scrapped our hearts to contentment, watched Montana Hanna, oops I meant to say Hanna Montana –the kids had to correct me all the time. “Auntie your so silly”, ate boxes of fruit roll up thingies, swung on the swing, went to target and bought 20 -one dollar items, and a bag of Hershey Hugs—ate chocolate chip pancakes and frosted flakes, ROLLER SKATING. I’m still the fastest skater!! These little nine year old boys chasing after me didn’t have a chance in h e double hockey sticks to catch up with me.

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Go auntie go. Sounds like heaven to me living in the cabin. Beautiful girls, how did she break her arm?

Your sisters girls are beautiful. I remember one of the first entries I read of yours had pictures of them in it & that was almost a year ago because I’m pretty sure they were Easter pictures. 🙂 Have a great week.

cute pics. I leave work every day more and more thankful that I am in the nursing profession, so rewarding.