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Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop On (paid) Vacation
Some-Kinda-Blog-Stop On (paid) Vacation | On (paid) Vacation |
| Sunday, 19 July 2009 | |
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John Grogan's Marley & Me is a great book but it's something that I will never dare read again (heartbreaking! Argh! Funny how I cried on it!). Cynthia Ozick's Dictation, on the other hand, gave me nothing but nosebleed. Still, I had to finish reading it to prove to myself that I don't quit on books. Some, like the (Bulfinch's) Mythology, is taking me a lifetime to finish though I'll get to that I know, maybe after I am done reading the Bible (thanks to my mobile reader), which I only read one or two chapters a day (should be 3 chapters a day to finish it in one year). Now I am reading the last few chapters of Elizabeth Berg's Joy School. It's a novel for teens. I am picking books randomly from their bookshelves here. 3 books down, a hundred or two to go. Contrary to what people are so worried about, that I might be getting bored and that I might be having a hard time in what I am doing (the fact that this is not the kind of task that I was used to), believe me when I say I am having fun. Again, Kaje was right in saying, it doesn't feel like a job to me. Truth is, I feel like I am on paid vacation. I'll be working straight on July 29 to August 16 but Miss M offered to show me around town (she said I could drive grandma's car, which I doubt I would take, knowing my confidence in driving). The beach is just 5-min drive from the house and so with the malls, she said. Or maybe I could just do my brisk-walking in the afternoon. Whatever floats my boat. I can even cut some more of my construction paper and see what else I can do. I did a photo frame, a coaster for the vase and designed Sheba's biscuit container last time. Been cutting crossword puzzles from the newspapers too, so grandma won't run out of puzzles. Yeah, the weirdo in me is kickin' in but like what I said, I am having fun. When grandma is awake, I try to read something for her or simply ask her a few question that tickles my imagination. Hmmm... I'd like to read to her my favorite book-- The Giving Tree! "How old are you?" she asked yesterday. "Oh my, you look like you're thirteen," she said laughing when I told her my age. She said she was born in 1915. That'll make her 94 in September. I keep telling her not to look down when she's feeling lightheaded and she acts on it fast-- she looks up (that's what I do when I am feeling dizzy, eh). I have an inkling that it has something to do with her oxygen level because it happens whenever she doesn't have the tube on for a long time. We had a good day yesterday. Her two children (Miss M and Sir H, as I call them) ordered Japanese. The four of us, together with the dogs (Freddie and Sheba), had dinner in the kitchen. A complete family, they were yesterday. Well, of course, except for Grandpa M. Still, I am happy for grandma. You see, everything that's happened for the past couple of weeks is a good news. It's sad that I can't take the Amtrak to the west coast soon and I can't join the family in Utah for cousin Chris' wedding on August 1 (I wish I insisted on doing the wedding invitations so at least I have some kind of contribution *sigh*), but getting this kind of job, and if I may say, specifically this task, is an answered prayer. As I have said, maybe a hundred times already, everything in His time. Right now, let me finish my book so I can grab another. The adventure continues. Life goes on. |
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