Mom called to say that Dad had one of them there newfangled pacemakers inserted today. Or was it the new internal iPod super-nano? No matter, either way he'll be marching to a new beat from now on. Fingers crossed that this will do the trick.
My dad is back in the hospital. Apparently they had to call 911 last night. My mom left me a message, something about "tests" and "they don't know" and "maybe a pacemaker." Now her phone is busy and I'm sure she's on with the hospital because she's in no condition to physically get over there so all of her updates have to come by phone.
I have to go to work now. *sigh*
Light a candle, say a prayer, howl at the gods for us...please.
It's Guest Blogger Time Kiddies! Mary, Qacei, Donna and Story are in Seattle for the Killers concert tonight, so Gianni, who had to stay behind to mind the store(s), gets to post today's
TALES FROM THE CAFE. (cue ominous music, lightning flash, etc.)
I get a call around 1 this afternoon from faithful employee Casey (who is leaving for Hawaii in 2 weeks to do a stint with the WWOOF program). She asks me if I have some of the change bags that we keep at the shop. I say, "Ahh, no," and she tells me that 3 bags are missing from our secret hiding location. I drive to the shop, do some quick sleuthing, and find this footage on my handy-dandy web cam:
At 11:15 this morning the above slob brazenly comes in our back door and goes right into my office where he grabs 3 of our change bags containing about 500 smackeroos. Notice how he opens and closes the wrong drawer 3 times. What the hell is that about? It's almost as if he expected the dough to be in that drawer and he could not believe it wasn't there. Only then does he think to go for the bottom drawer. Is it an inside job? He knew exactly what side of the desk to look in, leading to the supposition that a former employee could be in cahoots. We may never find the guy (though I gave the police a list of ex-employees, some disgruntled, others merely gruntled), but his ugly gym shorts and white cap are now preserved on YouTube.
Parenthetically, Killer's fans are called Victims. So, does that make this crime ironic or is it merely literal? Or is this just one more day on the mobius treadmill of life where all events are both coincidental and intended at the same time?
Methinks it's time for a libation: Help me martini, you're my only hope.
"The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer, but they think they have. So they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer."
Janet, the lovely creator of Friday Fill-ins, started this week's edition with the following note:
"Last week, Anonymous left this comment: "*sighs* The last two of these have sucked royally...I love this thing, but now I'm having to go back in the archives and find ones that aren't totally ridiculous and moronic...". This week, I'm dedicating #1 to Anonymous :-)"
1. Anonymous...why are your comments always the obnoxious ones, with no real point to make other than the fact that you're afraid to sign your real name?
2. April is a busy month for me. It's conference season!
3. Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for thou hast no hold over me.
4. Sunshine, sweet smells and warm fresh air are what I look forward to most about Spring.
5. Who needs therapy when there's chocolate.
6. Something completely unrelated to Easter and totally inappropriate MUST go into the Easter Basket!
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to a quiet night, tomorrow my plans include NOT going to the Seder at my friend's house and Sunday, I want to celebrate Zombie Day!
The most stressful item on my "to do" list this past week has been trying find time to schedule an appointment to use the gift certificate I received for a stress relieving massage.
That's my mantra for the next month. Be the duck. Calm and serene, but working hard just below the surface to get everything done .
Of course every duck needs to get a little Daffy sometimes.
So I'm taking off for an extra long weekend.
I'll be indulging in some good old rock n' roll stress relief, aka the Killers in concert!
Then a nice, long, relaxing weekend with some of my favorite peeps. Time to kick back, let loose and recharge my overworked batteries.
Who knows, maybe there will even be some Ducks Gone Wild?
"The answer is never the answer. What's really interesting is the mystery. If you seek the mystery instead of the answer, you'll always be seeking. I've never seen anybody really find the answer, but they think they have. So they stop thinking. But the job is to seek mystery, evoke mystery, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom. The need for mystery is greater than the need for an answer."
1. I've been busy with so many projects lately.
2. Sometimes it feels like quite the balancing act.
3. I'm trying hard to keep it all going.
4. And to keep everyone safe and happy, myself included.
5. But sometimes....
