Snow Day
Everything is covered in ice. All the schools are closed for the day. Outside the whole world seems frozen over. No school and no work, whatever will I do all day?
I am staying at Karen and Nanny's so that I can work driving school bus again and still go to school. The spare bedroom was piled high with junk and mice have been a problem all over town this year. You can emagine what the room looked like. But now it's all cleaned out and I've been busy making feel like home by doing normal stuff such as leaving a laundry pile as high as my knees all over the room.
My friend Myca's mother, Martha, past away this last week. There was a viewing Friday night and the funeral was Saturday. Karen and I went to both but stayed in the lobby during the funeral service. Myca's 16 year old, Samantha, was not coping well and didn't feel like she could go in the room with her grandmother laying there. (She did not attend the viewing) Karen and I sat with Sammy through the service. We all still were able to hear the service because the sound system was piped throughout the building.
It was a cold rainy and icy day and the burial was to be out in Turnersville. Karen and I took Myca's youngest two, Sammy and Jeremiah home and got the house cleaned up before they got back. They've had a lot of out of town family camped all over the house and didn't want Myca to feel like she had to clean because of company. The kids seemed much better able to deal with the whole thing after we left the funeral home.
We almost didn't make it to the funeral at all. Besides the bad roads, I hurt my back while putting on shoes about an hour before the service. Something is out in my lower back but despite Karen's best efforts to adjust it I still am not getting around very well. Luckily I have MLK day to rest. I did make it to work yesterday but am lying here with a heating pad on my back and butt. It could be worse though.
I am staying at Karen and Nanny's so that I can work driving school bus again and still go to school. The spare bedroom was piled high with junk and mice have been a problem all over town this year. You can emagine what the room looked like. But now it's all cleaned out and I've been busy making feel like home by doing normal stuff such as leaving a laundry pile as high as my knees all over the room.
My friend Myca's mother, Martha, past away this last week. There was a viewing Friday night and the funeral was Saturday. Karen and I went to both but stayed in the lobby during the funeral service. Myca's 16 year old, Samantha, was not coping well and didn't feel like she could go in the room with her grandmother laying there. (She did not attend the viewing) Karen and I sat with Sammy through the service. We all still were able to hear the service because the sound system was piped throughout the building.
It was a cold rainy and icy day and the burial was to be out in Turnersville. Karen and I took Myca's youngest two, Sammy and Jeremiah home and got the house cleaned up before they got back. They've had a lot of out of town family camped all over the house and didn't want Myca to feel like she had to clean because of company. The kids seemed much better able to deal with the whole thing after we left the funeral home.
We almost didn't make it to the funeral at all. Besides the bad roads, I hurt my back while putting on shoes about an hour before the service. Something is out in my lower back but despite Karen's best efforts to adjust it I still am not getting around very well. Luckily I have MLK day to rest. I did make it to work yesterday but am lying here with a heating pad on my back and butt. It could be worse though.


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I loved the snow day, I was so happy to be able to stay home, I wish we had more of them!
So sorry to hear about Myca's mother. It has to be hard to loose a parent. :(
I miss you, tell Karen I said howdy and y'all should come visit me sometime. Oh and I hope your back feels better!
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