The Vacation's Over

It’s Saturday night and I’m watching the Olympics. I have to leave tomorrow. It’ll be nice to be back home and try and get my life back together. But it’s been nice being with the family. I got to see Grandma (but I should have spent more time with her), Joyce & Roy, Norm, Marlene & Justice, Tom & Janice, Lorina & Duane, Beth, and Andy, Katie and Brielle. As usual, nothing from Dan & Pat’s family. And unfortunately Brad & Donna weren’t able to make it up. Bonnie and I kept busy. On Monday, we did some grocery shopping, had lunch at Byerly’s and dinner at Davinni’s. Tuesday we spent the afternoon at the Minneapolis Zoo and had dinner with Tom & Janice at Chianti Grill. On Wednesday, we drove around Lake Harriet and Lake Como. Then we went to Enjoy! For dinner. Thursday, we went to the cabin and met up with Joyce. We just goofed off here – ate lots, watched the Olympics, rested, talked. It’s always nice being here with no pressure to do anything. I actually did a soft-cover Storybook of Showcase and worked on my football album. So I feel like I got some things done.

This is bizarre. The CEO of Bachman’s Flowers was killed in Beijing during the Olympics. His wife is seriously injured. His daughter was safe, and they haven’t said anything about the tour guide. The man who stabbed them – he then committed suicide. The daughter is one of the volleyball players, and her husband is the head coach of the men’s volleyball team, who pulled out of the Olympics. What a tragedy.

So I go back home tomorrow. I have a lot of things to do – some work, lots of e-mails, going through my mail and paying bills, getting my packages from E, unpack and do laundry, and get ready for work. I meet with my oncologist on Wednesday and find out the next steps in my treatment. And my second surgery is scheduled for September 4. Both of my sisters will be there, so hopefully we won’t get on each other’s nerves too much. I just want to get through this and get my life back in order.

And no word from my Full Monty dude yet on if he’s going to the Springsteen show with me. But I have to assume he’s not. And it sucks. I don’t even get a chance to see how we’d get along. Oh, well. It’s his loss. So I’ll check with MB#1 to see if he’s coming with me.