Last week of school

We had a great weekend with my folks. I am always sad to see them go. It was a little messier and more chaotic than usual around here, which I know is hard for them, but it seemed to go okay and we enjoyed having them.

My darling husband got to work yesterday on the laundry and I should have it all finished up by the end of the day. THAT is a happy thought.

I volunteered at school in Garrett's classroom this morning. They were cleaning out lockers, etc. Complete chaos. lol Such a great group of kids, though -- most of them are so respectful and are so kind to Spencer. It was busy, but fun. Tomorrow Evan's class is going to a movie so Spence and I will join them as chaperones. Thursday is the last day. Whew.

I am the sexton at church this week. We make daily visits to church and make sure the thermostats are set correctly, that it is clean and neat (although we have a cleaning person for the majority of that), we empty dehumidifiers, water plants, and take care of little details. I don't mind the job but there is a memorial service tomorrow -- my first one. I'm a little nervous about it but the secretary says she'll talk me through most of it so I should be okay.

I cleaned up some of my scrap room yesterday. I had done several projects over the last few weeks and left each succeeding mess so by yesterday it was horrid. It's better now and maybe next week I'll have a day to do more. Still need to finish up a couple of gifts by Thursday, though.

And last:
20 years ago this month I met my dearest friend. K and I have been through a lot together. We have never lived in the same town (or even the same state), but our friendship has stayed strong through the Army (for me), college (for both of us), grad school (for her), moves, boyfriends, jobs, my wedding, my babies, and her fast-paced life in Chicago. She has a wonderful community of friends there and I am grateful she has that. But I am jealous of them because right now she needs friends and while I am here for her for whatever she needs, it is not the same as being there for her. And I wish I was.

So, a positive thought, a prayer if you are the praying type, a wish for health and peace or whatever you are comfortable with would be helpful. She needs it and there is so very little I can do for her right now. Thanks.