pictured is Neena and James, two of our clients i had the pleasure of transporting to their workplace for the better part of a month, a picture from yesterday's event.
i had a good day yesterday, and am glad to be able to say so, and glad to have experienced it.
it was our company cookout for the clients, though that's not quite as magnanimous as it sounds, as it was just a way to bill for transportation, bill for an event and likely provide a tax write-off for the company. nonetheless, it was fun, it was a very nice change of pace and it provided some levity for my spirit, seeing so many people who don't think in terms of numbers or avarice, but just enjoy having someone give a damn about them. i know that feeling.
but let's do this right. i got up yesterday with some trepidation. i wasn't really in favor of this, as it was planned as most of our things are; no word, no information except the base level, and still having to do all the things the job called for in the course of the day. so, the first thing is prayer, which is first anyway. i prayed, got up, got some breakfast in with medicine and readings, and i had some cereal. i got dressed, got my green beans in a bowl and got to work. i got a bit more information when i got to work, got my pre-trip stuff done and got my ass moving. one client had called off for the day, so i only had two to pick up. one, the 'problem' child, was agitated already, which is likely going to mean a bad week for him, but i just let him run his course. i'm not going to be the impetus for his behavior issues.
after i dropped them at their workshops, i went to the park where our event was, helped tape down tablecloths, and eventually our clients and what families and caregivers had arrived as well and we were off and running.
it was fun. i played catch with some of the clients, talked with some of my work associates, ate and laughed and watched one of James and Neena's bus-mates, Donald, as he tried to eat and drink himself into a coma. by the wind-down, the clouds had gathered and a heavy rain had started. the pick-ups went smoothly though, and the drop-offs did as well. i got my bus back, got my container, a container of watermelon which i cannot and do not eat to give to Lonnie, and i took off. i thought i had a doctor's appointment yesterday, but it's scheduled for Wednesday, so i flew across to Wick avenue for nothing. still, i was tired, not unhappy, not too sore. Lonnie came for his watermelon, i ate my dinner (which was overkill; see the Dining Room) and i eventually just laid down, well- worn and in need of some rest. i talked to YW briefly, Syd called to postpone my visit again, which agitated me slightly but not enough for me to lose sleep. it's Tuesday now, and i'm about to do some writing before i go to work. so, there you go.
i am so grateful to Jehovah for a longer respite, and for the understanding that friendship is all around me, that people who care about me are always present, that it's other things (Satan, depression, societal awareness) that makes them seen few and far between. time to make the donuts.
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