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A Long Two Weeks
Feb. 5th, 2023 11:20 amRef: my Last Entry.
On top of Jethro's re-currant cancer and the hassles of trying to keep the main site clean, dry, and not licked into a bloody mess -- yes, we have a 'cone', but when Jethro wears it he can't get at his food or water, so we have elected to try other methods of keeping it protected -- none of which have proven completely effective! -- um, I digress.
Wednesday, that same week, Mom fell in the kitchen and broke her wrist, ended up in the ER and came home with a temporary cast and a referral to the Rockford orthopedic surgeon. Mom's travel buddy of many years, Thelma, passed away that day. Closer to home, the church music director missed Wednesday night handbells and choir practice that night and attempts to reach her at home, including a call to the village police department to do a welfare check were not successful. A second welfare check Thursday morning which was instigated by a neighbor and a second neighbor who had a key discovered that Charla had passed away sometime either Tuesday or Wednesday (we weren't privy to the coroner's report). The fate of Charla's elderly beagle Skippy was up in the air until late last week, when the friend of one of our members agreed to take her. Cue the scramble to find Charla's brother (northern Iowa) and sister (Georgia), and a substitute organist for Sunday worship on Jan. 29th.
I feel horrible about Mom's wrist; sad about her friend Thelma, who I've heard about for years and finally met on our trip to Michigan and Canada a few years back; devastated about Charla, who was easily my best friend at the church and my back-up advisor when it came to Presbyterians and church office details, for over 22 years.....
Like I said, a long two weeks. At least Mom got to attend Thelma's visitation last Monday (she hadn't heard yet from Rockford, so everyone told her that if they hadn't called her by 11 a.m., she should just go).... And later in the week, Younger sister took her up to the doctor where she had more x-rays, was fitted for a more flexible temporary cast and was told it looked like a 'good' break (meaning no surgery required to correct misaligned bones), and come back in a week for a better cast....
Obviously, Pastor Katie got a hold of Charla's family and the past week was spent in clearing out her home and her office at the church. We found the organist that Charla had been talking to about subbing for her later this month, he fell in love with our sanctuary organ and has stated that as long as we want him, he will play for us (we're still looking for a formal Music Director, though, because we don't know yet how well he will work with the choirs), and Charla's Prayer Shawl ministry, which was one of her passions and which I have been a part of for the past three years ... is currently in limbo. Everyone talks about how keeping it going would be a TRIBUTE to her memory, but no one wants to take charge and do the work.
Sigh. Me, I'm still learning PowerPoint, one mistake at a time. And dealing with Jethro... one long-sleeved t-shirt at a time.
So effing tired.
On top of Jethro's re-currant cancer and the hassles of trying to keep the main site clean, dry, and not licked into a bloody mess -- yes, we have a 'cone', but when Jethro wears it he can't get at his food or water, so we have elected to try other methods of keeping it protected -- none of which have proven completely effective! -- um, I digress.
Wednesday, that same week, Mom fell in the kitchen and broke her wrist, ended up in the ER and came home with a temporary cast and a referral to the Rockford orthopedic surgeon. Mom's travel buddy of many years, Thelma, passed away that day. Closer to home, the church music director missed Wednesday night handbells and choir practice that night and attempts to reach her at home, including a call to the village police department to do a welfare check were not successful. A second welfare check Thursday morning which was instigated by a neighbor and a second neighbor who had a key discovered that Charla had passed away sometime either Tuesday or Wednesday (we weren't privy to the coroner's report). The fate of Charla's elderly beagle Skippy was up in the air until late last week, when the friend of one of our members agreed to take her. Cue the scramble to find Charla's brother (northern Iowa) and sister (Georgia), and a substitute organist for Sunday worship on Jan. 29th.
I feel horrible about Mom's wrist; sad about her friend Thelma, who I've heard about for years and finally met on our trip to Michigan and Canada a few years back; devastated about Charla, who was easily my best friend at the church and my back-up advisor when it came to Presbyterians and church office details, for over 22 years.....
Like I said, a long two weeks. At least Mom got to attend Thelma's visitation last Monday (she hadn't heard yet from Rockford, so everyone told her that if they hadn't called her by 11 a.m., she should just go).... And later in the week, Younger sister took her up to the doctor where she had more x-rays, was fitted for a more flexible temporary cast and was told it looked like a 'good' break (meaning no surgery required to correct misaligned bones), and come back in a week for a better cast....
Obviously, Pastor Katie got a hold of Charla's family and the past week was spent in clearing out her home and her office at the church. We found the organist that Charla had been talking to about subbing for her later this month, he fell in love with our sanctuary organ and has stated that as long as we want him, he will play for us (we're still looking for a formal Music Director, though, because we don't know yet how well he will work with the choirs), and Charla's Prayer Shawl ministry, which was one of her passions and which I have been a part of for the past three years ... is currently in limbo. Everyone talks about how keeping it going would be a TRIBUTE to her memory, but no one wants to take charge and do the work.
Sigh. Me, I'm still learning PowerPoint, one mistake at a time. And dealing with Jethro... one long-sleeved t-shirt at a time.
So effing tired.
