1. By Friday last week the cough hadn't gone away. The foot hurt and I hadn't been cast for the brace. So, overall, I was a mess. I worked Saturday morning to clean things and do laundry. I am trying to do at least one Fly Lady thing and clean the sinks. It seems hopeless.
On Saturday I gave my very last PSudafed to my hubby and went out to buy some more. Unfortunately, the way law enforcement is handling the meth crisis is by limiting how much pseudo ephedrine is out there. I didn't pick the correct day to look for it. I felt like a drug user as I went from drug store to drugstore and asked for Sudafed. No luck at all. Since I use maybe 20 tablets a year, it seems as though I ought to be able to get it when I need it, but that is not the case.
But, later we found some at Walmart. Today the cough is almost gone.
2. Saturday evening was the Pentecost eve Mass. It is a very moving service. At the end we surprised the bishop by honoring his 50th ordination with a blessing from the Pope. And that's not all, we honored 2 nuns with blessings as well. It began at 7:30 and concluded at 10pm. I didn't stay for the cake. My foot hurt. (I was fitted for the brace on Wednesday.)
3. My son was supposed to run a half marathon on Saturday in Q. He ended up only running 10 K because he took a wrong turn on the race route. So, he ran a half half marathon. He was disappointed, but he learned to study the map next time.
4. Our mower chose this particular time when I am not able to mow to throw the self propelled cable. I feel terrible for my hubby, who usually only uses the weed trimmer. But, it turned out in the midst of a busy Wednesday afternoon we were able to drop off the mower.
5. As predicted last week, we are empty nesters once again. The little robins have flown the coop. They grew up so fast.
6. I did a last one day only book fair on Tuesday. It about killed me. But, I am not given to exaggeration, am I? No pens and junk, only books. I sold a little over $1000 worth of buy one get one free stuff, or $2000 worth of stuff. It was picked up by the time I got to school after the brace fitting on Wednesday.
7. On Wednesday we made the sad decision to have the old cat put to sleep. He was in obvious pain and barely ate. It was still really tough. The vet told us we made the right decision. That cat was over 19 and we had him since he was 6 months old. It is tough. A sad week.
Old Dodger had lived in 3 different houses with us and had been with us since our son was a teenager. He had been a part of a large section of our lives.