I'd like to make it through ONE day!

Yes...I'd like to make it through ONE day....just ONE day....at work without getting in trouble or messing something up! So last week I sold someone 11K worth of traveler's checks. Problem is....I only actually gave her 9K worth of traveler's checks. Now....you'd think she would have noticed she was 2K short. But....noooooooo....not only did she not count her checks....I didn't count her checks after she signed them. Yep...my boss had to drive 30 miles round trip to bring her the checks I forgot to give her. And then.........someone came in and bought Disney tickets, which we load onto a blank card via the computer. I loaded one ticket incorrectly. When she came back to give me the bad ticket and get a new one....I loaded the new one wrong too. Now I'm to the point where I'm afraid to do anything without checking 100 times to make sure it's right. We went through a few days of letting the customer take the signed credit card receipt....which we kind of need to retrieve the money from their account. Now I'm super-hyper-vigilant about getting the signed receipt. I suppose I'm going to have to be super-hyper-vigilant about everything I do now. My problem seems to be that I feel like I have to get stuff done quickly so the customer doesn't have to wait. Because I hate waiting....I figure everyone else feels the same way. But what I have to realize is that if the clerk is waiting on ME.....it's okay! So I have to understand that the person in front of me came in for a service, and they'd rather have it done right than quickly. My goal tomorrow will be NO ERRORS! Let's see how that goes.

A lovely Sunday

Another hot and sunny day in New England. Unbelievable. The weather so far this summer has been the exact opposite of the two or three previous summers. It's nice to have the beautiful weather, but sad to see everyone's lawns so brown.

We wanted to get out and about today.....but no canoeing for a few weeks with Hubby unable to lift more than ten pounds.

So we took a ride up to Newburyport. We walked along the boardwalk and looked at the harbor.

We walked all around the downtown, which is a lot of fun because it's all brick walkways and little stores and artists' galleries. We stopped and got an ice cream cone.

And we went to the "junk shop". AKA the "Oldies Marketplace".

It's kind of a mixture antiques and junk. I had seen some old Golden Books last time I was there, so we went back and I bought a couple of them. Hubby found an old tool for $3.

It was beautiful along the waterfront with a hint of a breeze. A perfect summer Sunday.

500th Post

This is my 500th Post. Imagine that. I started it about 2 1/2 years ago...when my grandbaby Emily was only four or five months old. She'll be three on August 3. So much has happened in those 2 1/2 years. Emily has changed immeasurably. My oldest child celebrated his 30th Birthday. I celebrated my 50th. I started a new job.....a new career really. I lost my dear sweet mother. Hubby and I went on inumerable vacations. All documented here on the blog with pictures and descriptions. I exclaimed to the world my pride in my daughter Jamie's exploits on the football field. But mostly, I kept a running log on my life. The ups, the downs. The good times and bad. Fun at home and annoyances at work. It's great to be able to look back and read some of the things that happened in the past couple years. Thank you to all who read this.

Better than planned

It's so amazing to me when something goes better than planned. I'm so used to things going awry, or not working out, or being a big fat pain in the ass (see previous post titles "Why does there have to be so many people?") that I'm amazed when things work out well. Hubby had to go for some minor day surgery. It was scheduled for 2:30pm. He was supposed to be at the hospital at 12:30 for pre-op stuff. Now, I know how these things usually go. I've sat with parents while waiting for other parents to have their surgery. It's hours and hours and hours of sitting and waiting for the doc who's behind schedule, for the lab, for the x-rays, etc, etc. This time, we got a call the night before that his surgery had been moved up two hours. Now the plan was for the surgery to be at 12:30 and we had to be there at 10:30. Wow....I liked that! We arrived at the hospital promptly at 10:30, and they took Hubby and I in for the pre-op questioning right away. We went back in the waiting room for about 5 minutes when they called him to go in and get put into a hospital gown. By 11:20 they were wheeling him down to surgery. They had told me the surgery would take about an hour. I figured the surgery still wouldn't start until 12:30 .....that they came and took him at 11:20 but that he'd have to do all kinds of other stuff before the surgery started. I was prepared not to hear from the doctor until at least 1:30, and in my mind, was determined not to panic until at least 2-2:30. The doctor called (on my cell phone!) at 12:30 to say the surgery was over!!! I had to wait one more hour before I could go see him in recovery, and we were out of there before 3:00. Pretty good for a procedure that wasn't even supposed to start until 2:30! Hubby is doing great, relaxing on the couch and insisting I need to wait on him hand and foot. I think he's doing fine!

Emily "Paints Fingers"

Today we went over to Doug and Kara's for a little visit and some lunch. The minute we walked in the door, Emily asked if we could "Paint Fingers". Apparently, Daddy told her that as soon as Memere and Pepere got here, she could finger paint.

A couple of laughs from her: Instead of squirting the paint on the paper, I was goofing around like I was going to put the paint on her hand, or on Pepere's hand.....and she told me in no uncertain terms that the paint belongs, "on the paper, Memere!!" (and in her head was probably..."you idiot!"

We were playing with her fire station, and I was picking up all her little people, dressed in their outfits as doctors, farmers, etc., and pretending they were asking if they could be a firefighter too. Of course, I was being obnoxious.....as in: "Can I be a firefighter too, huh? Can I? Huh, huh, please please please!!!!???" And she'd say, "no, you a farmer" or "you a doctor". Finally, when I picked up another toy person to annoy her some more, she said, "This is one who's going to be quiet!!"

Why does there have to be so many people???

Caution: RANT AHEAD Hubby and I decided to take our canoe and go to Pawtuckaway State Park today. We all know what that entails: Find the bathing suit. Locate the beach towels. Pack a bag with those items, plus books, reading glasses, newpaper, etc. Run to the grocery store to get BBQ supplies. Pack drinks, cups, plates, napkins, spatula, etc. Pack cooler with ice, food, etc. 2 hours later, it's time to leave. In our case, we have to make a side-trip to my brother's house (which, of course, is in the opposite direction to where we want to go) to pick up our canoe. The State Park is almost an hour from our home. A few miles before we got there was this sign: Pawtuckaway BEACH CLOSED. WHAHHHHHHHHHT????? We pondered the reason as we continued towards the park. Maybe the water is bad. Maybe they don't have the funding to staff it. Maybe we can still go in and canoe if we don't use the beach. When we got there, we found out the truth. It was FULL! And it had been full since 8:15 am. The State Trooper who was guarding the entrance said they opened at 7:15 am and were full by 8:15 am. And here comes the rant: Why can't I do the things I want to do, when I want to do them? Why does there have to be so many people?? I can't go to the beach in the summertime, unless I want to wait in miles-long lines to pay tolls, get into the beach, and then get out of the beach. And that's if I can find a parking space. I can't go to the opening of a movie, unless I want to wait in line for hours for tickets. I can't go to a concert, because I can't even get tickets. I tried. And the website crashed before I could even get into it. Because there were too many people. I can't go to a major league ball game, because the tickets are too expensive, cause too many people want to go. I can't drive around in my own town on a Saturday, because the traffic is horrendous. Even the backroads are busy, because everyone knows there are too many people on the main roads. I can't go grocery shopping at my local grocery store without planning and plotting to either go very late or very early. If I go at a regular time, I can't find a parking space, and I have to wait in line forever at the cashier. I think you get my drift. By the way......we did go canoeing......at a smaller lake, with no beach for a cookout. We canoed and swam (illegally, at a closed YMCA camp, because the main beach was FULL!) and then came home and had our BBQ in our backyard. It was a nice day, and we had a nice canoe and swim......but I'm still not happy with the amount of people in the world. What are we going to do about it, people??

Fireworks and Beatlejuice

In my hometown of Methuen, MA, they had their Fourth of July celebration tonight. Last year they didn't have a celebration, as they were short of cash. This year they found the bucks and it was spectacular. The weather was perfect....sunny, warm but not hot....and definitely not freezing as it's been in other years. There were balloons and ice cream trucks and kids running around with glow necklaces. I brought a big, brown grocery bag full of home-made popcorn....reminiscent of my mother who used to do that very same thing whenever we went to the drive-in. Every year, they have the band Beatlejuice play a concert. Beatlejuice plays, as you can imagine, nothing but Beatles music. They played for almost four hours. And of course, since it's the Beatles, every song is a toe-tapping hit that you can't help singing along to. As the music plays, the skies get darker, the crowd gets bigger, and the anticipation grows. Finally, the fireworks begin and they are coordinated to music, which I love. I just lay back, listened to the music, watched the spectacular display and thought about how lucky I am to live in this country, where the sky lights up with fireworks and not bombs....where kids can run around and play and eat ice cream and popcorn until they're sick...then go home and be tucked into a nice comfortable bed. God Bless America.