Black Friday

I wish it weren’t so but someone’s gotta go. Yesterday was just too busy for posting…I did not even have the time to Twitter. I was pleased to see the boss was back from her mega trip as I rolled up to my office. The time was seven and since the boss had been on the East coast for the last week—her mind was still laboring on Eastern time. I have to admit I was pleased that not of the dark feelings I had came to pass and seems I did a fairly good job of keeping the office going.

Yesterday was also the annual pic nic for an agency I used to work for and since this agency is also an independent living center I feel no qualms of attending the function on company time even though I had to use public transportation.

The picnic is held in a park which is affectionately know as the Duck park primarily due to a huge squawk of ducks living in it stream. Luckily there is a bus route which drops me off right in front of the park. The picnic was already a hour into it’s three hour operation by the time I arrived. There were wheelchair folk all over the place. The fire places were stoked and burgers and dogs were being grilled—there are people at this event I see maybe once a year this time of he year or when I m playing Santa at the Christmas party.

This picnic has been going on or at least twenty years I know of, maybe even a bit longer. I was thinking this as I greeted these folks with disabilities which have become part of my life over the past two decades. No only has the years ravaged some of these folks but many have disease processes which tax the body greatly. It’s sad, quietly sad. I am surprised to see them from one season to the next. But they keep showing up and I am always glad to see them. I had one of the “new phone” staff snap a image of the old staff with some of their families before I left.. The wheelchair folk in the picture are the old timers the core four—we have turned gray, lost hair, put on weight and raised families and generally had lives. These have been good people to grow old with.

Last night when I got home I was informed that the computer monitor had seemed to go out and what was really bad was of course Dianne needed the computer desperately to print the documents of her case she has been working on all year. The documents must be in to her attorney today by noon. I tried to fix the system but to no avail. The options seemed grim but I called mark A anyway—sadly Mark A was working and worked till 9:00 pm which was too late for him too stop by since I was on my way to bed. However, Mark A promised that he would stop by the house early and he did and fixed the system—bad peripheral(s)!!

So maybe not such an unlucky Friday 13^th, for me…but there are others I m sure never see the meteor falling and for those I feel bad.