Aggravations

Thanks everyone! Your prayers, hugs, and moral support meant a lot to me!

The last time I posted, I was controlled by frustration and self-pity. Half-finished projects and the payless days L and I accrued this summer were causing muscle-tightening stress in my back. I realized that eliminating this stress was the only way my back would heal. Prayer and self-assessment led me to forgive myself for not living up to my self-imposed "superwoman" status. I re-prioritized our projects and accepted the fact that some of our projects would have to wait until next summer. *sigh* I also looked back on what we DID accomplish this summer, and gave us a much-deserved pat on the back.

Staying calm amidst the continuing glitches in our life has been quite a challenge, but well worth the effort. My back has improved to the point where I can put my shoes and socks on, and drive. These improvements made it possible for me to return to work this week, which alleviated my stress over money. My after work activities have been limited to resting up my back for the next day's work, while trying not to dwell on the unfinished chores that are stacking up around us. If I stay on track with my exercises and relaxation techniques, I should be back to normal within a month.

My return to work was plagued with aggravations; 50 of them to be precise. The small resort in our neighborhood booked a packaged 3-day fishing trip for the white-collar employees of a Wisconsin company. This resort has no kitchen facilities, so we were contracted to provide meals for the group. I could rant forever on the snafus we encountered, but I won't. Let's just say that it was no picnic waiting on 50 immature "boys", ranging in age from 25-60, who instantly reverted to incredibly LOUD and obscene misogynistic rednecks when they arrived in our northwoods environment. Every single one of these "boys" arrived for breakfast grossly hungover or still drunk from their post-fishing drinking binges. Judging from the smell, NONE of them remembered to pack their toothbrushes!

Another of my aggravations is....
Whose bright idea was it to make kitchen counters a workable 36 inch height, and bathroom counters a back-breaking 32 inch height? My spitting skills have greatly improved over the past 2 weeks. I can now spit toothpaste into the sink EVERY time from a standing position.

I can only sit for short periods at a time, so my visits to your blogs will be sporadic. BUT, I want you ALL to know how much your friendship means to me. THANK YOU!!!