Tuesday, Mar 17 2009
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I was in DC last week for work. It a legislative conference, and even though the senators and representatives most likely to agree with my companys associations position are Republicans (which Im not), I still found the speakers and walk on Capitol Hill very interesting. We heard from two Rep. senators (OK and GA) who were smooth speakers, but gave me the willies, and 3 Dem. Representatives, who were not as well spoken, but who seemed more genuine to me. Of course, Im probably not totally objective. There was a Rep from MI who, after a career in the military, got into government because of his baby daughters brain tumor and the subsequent experience with medical care. He realized how fortunate his family was because of their access to VA healthcare, and that not everyone had that, etc. Im sure it was a story hes told many times, but the phrase that stuck with me was heartfelt, When the jewel of your life is about to go to heaven, you start asking a lot of questions.
We visited the congressional offices of my lone MN senator, Amy Klobuchar, who I really like, and my district rep, John Kline, who I am always sending emails to about various social issues we disagree on.  I was surprised this office didnt ban my presence. I just THANK GOD that Im not in Michelle Bauchmans district. You honestly couldnt pay me enough to get within a dozen feet of her. She crazy, to borrow a camping phrase.
I found the time there energizing and encouraging, frankly, about our government in action. My colleague did not, so Im guessing Im on the naïve end of the spectrum. I thought everyone was very polite and interested in what our group had to say. Of course, they can hardly SHOW they arent listening or dont care, and still expect to get re-elected.
It was also nice to have some alone time. I love hotel rooms when Im by myself. I had packed too lightly though, since I didnt want to check baggage. Ill know better next time. A pair of slippers and sweats wouldve been very welcome.
We continue to wait for a closing date on our Typo Lake house. Notice I say our this may be wishful thinking on my part, but so be it.
Im heading to Indy tomorrow to help my parents pack up my grandmas apartment. Im looking forward to seeing them and Courtney.
Ill miss Will and Ellen. Wills behavior swings dramatically between being pleasure to be around to being a pint-sized monster. I cut his hair last night. It looks ridiculous, but I just dont care. The thought of putting him in a barbers chair and asking not to melt down is just not something I can handle right now.
I do feel VERY stressed, and in general. Im guessing its a combination of uncertainty about the Typo Lake house, uncertainty about listing and selling our current home, the idea of packing and moving, day to day life with two small ones, feeling a bit distant from S due to all of the above, traveling, and a particularly HORRIBLE situation at work. Im inordinately obsessed with Will and Ellens dental health. I keep banging my elbows on things. I havent been working out, and probably wont until next week. I have a chronic headache. I dont sleep well. And my feelings are hurt over an old friend being in town and not contacting me, even with a specific request that she do so. Im also feeling stressed about ludicrous things, like not being on Facebook enough, and not taking enough pictures of the kids, and have a cell phone that is so old you cant buy a charger for it anymore, and feeling trapped on one level of my house because either child will freak out if I go to the other floor, or Ill feel guilty that Im not contributing enough to the work of our home. Nothing in the last set of stressors is worth stressing about, but try telling my mind that.
I miss my sister.
So, after writing the above, I got a phone call from my boss who told me that a man we work with on a regular basis (like weekly), died over the weekend. Very unexpectedly. He fell in his hot-tub, and went to the doctor due to what he thought was the resulting back pain. They discovered that some of his internal organs were septic, and operated immediately to try to save him, but couldnt. I just exchanged emails with him last week.
Every day has to be lived in the knowledge that life is short and precious and unpredictable.