This is the last week I’m part time at both jobs. Starting next Sunday, I’m going back to full time at my regular job which means it’s been a whole year since I started working at the hospital. I’m enjoying the extra time in my schedule, I’ll be a little sad to see it go, but that was the plan all along.
Mammogram – everything is normal. Which is good because I was a little worried about them.
With Jeremy gone, I’m doing 100% of the kitchen work which is up from my usual 10%. I visit the kitchen often enough and try to be helpful in many ways, but it usually ends up with Jeremy taking me aside and saying for the 10,000th time, ok Doris, don’t take this as a criticism, this is only a suggestion, but if you face the forks in this direction instead of that direction in the dishwasher, then they won’t hit each other and you can load 50% more forks. Increased forkage! sigh. I’m always baffled by the Tupperware cabinet. I know there is a way to fit all the containers and the lids in some organized way, but no matter what I do, I’m always left with 2-3 containers/lids that I can’t stuff into the cabinet.
It’s nice that Edda’s caregivers are around during dinner. It means I actually make dinner instead of eating oatmeal or cereal for dinner.
I am still thinking of Vince’s college essay. How did it never cross my mind that the essay should be about Edda? I think I think that it’s not Vince’s story to tell. It’s Edda’s story to tell. Maybe I think it’s too personal to be a college essay. Does that make any sense at all? I think that the college essay should be more outward looking than inward looking, though I’m sure I mentioned Edda in my essay when I applied to nursing school. I came across this article about the problem with memoirs from the NY Times written by Neil Genzlinger who has a daughter with Rett Syndrome.