Today a subject of my church affiliation came up in conversation with a member of a different department. (We were talking about daycare, and how expensive it is. She asked if the church we go to have a school attached to it. I admitted that we currently don’t go to church, and that I feel it is wrong to join a church just to take advantage of the (virtually) free daycare.) The guys in my department all know about my currently unchurched state, but it is not something that is widely known outside of my circle of work friends. For those of you who know where I work, I am sure you can understand why.
I will not lie about my church attendance (or lack thereof) if asked about it. Still, I wonder if my honesty will come back to bite me in the butt, as just about everything else I do does.
And on this appropriately gloomy note, NaBloPoMo is over.
I called my OBGYN’s office today, trying to see if I can schedule an appointment. This time, the receptionist was more forthcoming with details. My doctor has cancer, and the prognosis is not good. He is on medical leave until the end of the year, going through chemo. They will know after that if he is coming back or not.
This man delivered my three children into the world, treated me with respect and kindness, made me feel good about myself when I was down. He is not even 50 years old. It seems so unfair that I might never see him alive again. For some reason, the news hit me harder than finding out about the cancer diagnosis of Bill’s two cousins.
I am planning on driving to his office sometime this week, to drop off a card. I hope I will find the right words to say.
Just signed up OldestOne and MiddleOne for Snow Plow Sam I classes at the Pettit on Sunday nights (January 9 to February 13). We’ll see if they like it. I am (as usual) not holding my breath, but I think it will be good for them to get out of the house on weekends.
It’s only 6 classes, so I am pretty sure we will all survive the experience.
In an attempt to make my life more difficult, I decided to start participating in online book clubs next year. Because I am a glutton for punishment, that’s why.
The Story Siren is doing 2011 Debut Author Challenge. I have read and enjoyed quite a few Young Adult books this year, and I am looking forward to discovering new authors.
The children are in rare form these days. In case of fire, please save them in this order: YoungestOne, OldestOne, and if there is time, MiddleOne. Though if YoungestOne doesn’t knock it off soon, OldestOne is going to move to the top of the list.
I used to like long weekends. Now I dread them.