Sunday, April 15, 2012
I know. I know. That was another gaping gap. But this time the news is mostly good. I did miss one week at the Soldiers Home because my son and I were sick (with the most bizarrely synchronized digestive disaster ever), but I missed two weeks because my mom came out from Michigan, and we took a lovely, warm, soul-filling trip to Phoenix for spring break. And then I returned to The Seattle Times for another six-month gig, bringing my total job load to two. Plus our puppy is still a puppy. Lots going on.
I had warned Terry the volunteer coordinator that I’d be out of town and out of Bingo commission, but I still got some confused calls leading up to the Spring Break Bingo, including one from Dorothy that somehow ended up with everyone thinking I was gone for a month. It wasn’t quite that long.
But it seemed like it to Ray McDade—he called to say he hadn’t seen me “for a month of Sundays.”
So as soon as we got back, my mom and I went out to see him. He was thrilled. He asked about my dad and promised to take him fishing the next time he comes out. My mom had caught a little cold on our vacation, but Ray wanted a real hug, anyway. He got one. And I had missed Ray more than I'd realized, so he got one from me, too.
I know. I know. That was another gaping gap. But this time the news is mostly good. I did miss one week at the Soldiers Home because my son and I were sick (with the most bizarrely synchronized digestive disaster ever), but I missed two weeks because my mom came out from Michigan, and we took a lovely, warm, soul-filling trip to Phoenix for spring break. And then I returned to The Seattle Times for another six-month gig, bringing my total job load to two. Plus our puppy is still a puppy. Lots going on.
I had warned Terry the volunteer coordinator that I’d be out of town and out of Bingo commission, but I still got some confused calls leading up to the Spring Break Bingo, including one from Dorothy that somehow ended up with everyone thinking I was gone for a month. It wasn’t quite that long.
But it seemed like it to Ray McDade—he called to say he hadn’t seen me “for a month of Sundays.”
So as soon as we got back, my mom and I went out to see him. He was thrilled. He asked about my dad and promised to take him fishing the next time he comes out. My mom had caught a little cold on our vacation, but Ray wanted a real hug, anyway. He got one. And I had missed Ray more than I'd realized, so he got one from me, too.
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