Friday, April 13, 2007
I'm pretty tired right now, and I have far too much work to do in the next two days, and I'm moderately grumpy. Today I had three meetings at work followed by a potluck dinner and discussion at church: I did get to swim in the middle of all that, so I don't feel as pretzel-like as I ordinarily would after sitting in uncomfortable chairs all day. However, it's definitely time to list some blessings to restore perspective.
1. Earlier this week, I got good news from a student whose significant other had a really premature baby -- 25 or 26 weeks, weighing 1 pound 10 ounces at birth -- earlier this semester. The baby's doing beautifully: he weighs almost three pounds now and is off almost all the fancy NICU equipment. The student told me they couldn't have asked for a better scenario. They'd originally thought that the soonest the baby would be able to come home was June, but now it's possible that they may be able to bring him home in May.
2. In mid-May, I'll get to start going to the hospital during the week again, instead of Sunday evenings -- which will make my life much easier. I wasn't sure the shift I wanted would be available, but after a round of e-mails with the volunteer coordinator today, it looks like it will be.
3. There was a funny bit of slapstick at the church potluck this evening. We were meeting to chat with our interim bishop, Jerry Lamb (perfect name for a bishop!). I'd forgotten all about the potluck until this afternoon, and there wasn't time to bring something for everybody, so Gary cooked a curry -- lamb, as it happens -- for the two of us, and I brought my own portion to church. Bishop Lamb was late; I didn't want my food to get cold and I was also hungry, so I started eating when everyone else was still milling around socializing. Gary's a very good cook, so I wound up giving away portions of my meal when friends wandered over, said plaintively, "That smells so good!" and stared pointedly at my plate.
I suddenly realized that everyone else was standing up, and when I turned in my chair to see what had happened, this guy in a purple shirt was about eighteen inches away from me, staring pointedly at my plate. "I'm so glad you started," he said.
Everyone laughed. I turned red -- someone said, "Is Susan going to explode?" -- and then I said, "I'll just crawl under the table now," and proceeded to do just that.
Bishop Lamb, who was also laughing, pulled me out by my sleeve and apologized very nicely for embarrassing me, although he also said cheerfully, "I'll never forget having you groveling at my feet."
I gave him some lamb curry to show that there were no hard feelings. I hope he enjoyed it.
So those are my blessings, although I also have a prayer request. My mother's having surgery on the 23rd, a week from Monday; I'd appreciate prayers for her and her caregivers, as well as for me and my sister.