August 14, 2015

Another unsuccessful night of meteor watching as there is just no way I can make myself get up at 4.   If I know that I’ll have a morning to sleep in, it could work, but on a work/school night?  It just can’t be that way.  My initial  plan was to get the kids to school and then hit the gym right away so I would have plenty of time for preparing for the Comatopia adventure.  

Then I remembered…I had a very special delivery to make for my sweet Swerner.  Just because I wasn’t at the same workplace did not mean that I was forgetting about her.  I had some gifts and a plant in her favorite colors and I had attempted to make a delicious mini peach-custard pies for the class, as is the custom (I didn’t realize the custard would expand and it would be an odd shaped mini-pie, but still, it tasted good), so I dropped those things off at school then decided I might as well go to work first for my ten o’clock client.  I grabbed my gym bag from home and headed to the office.  My “trick” for today was two pears –labelled “Nice pear”…kind of a play on “nice pair.”  I dunno, it seemed funny this morning.  Sweet Darryl was in and many jokes were made back and forth – he knows the therapist I worked with last year at school.   I saw my client, she sat next to me on the sofa and it was a sweet gesture  - it tells me that she is quite comfortable with me.

Quick change into my “80s workout clothes” <why am I reminded of Olivia Newton John and “Let’ Get Physical”?> and off to the gym.  It needed to be a quick work out a there was so much needing to be done at home in time for a 3:30  so about half an hour and then…home, where I ate a salad the size of New Braunfels and started prepping for the weekend.  That’s when Carolene called, saying Jonathan had been in a car accident and had broken legs and some internal bleeding and could Ethan help get the dog..absolutely!  Oh my god, is he ok?!?!?  Yes, it’s pretty bad but it isn’t horrible, either..she should know more later and she’d text me.

And then he died.  This 26-almost 27 year old kid whose birthday is being celebrated on Sunday.  That quickly.  Gone.  I didn’t know Jonathan well.  I remember he had to tag along to the mall when I was on a quest to find the perfect maternity underwear when I pregnant with Ethan and I have seen him periodically throughout the last 13 years, though less so since L and I divorced (his sister is married to Jonathan’s father)  So many thoughts have been racing through my head all day long – so many questions which really make little sense since really, when we get down to it,  there are no answers.  

I didn’t want to go to the fest anymore.  I wanted to stay home and make meals for Jeff and Dale so they wouldn’t have to worry about the little things and it’s so much better than the restaurant foods picked up be friends, but L told me to go, since this is Maggie’s first music fest.  I packed, quickly and instinctively based on prior fests, yet knowing something would be missing.   Picking up the kids at school – 15 minutes late <it’s actually 3:15 – I didn’t know this until today>-  I told them the news.  After some time , Maggie decided that she’d still like to go, so we grabbed a few more things at the store and I dropped Ethan off at his dad’s.  Mags and I headed off – Lizzie hitting 80 on one downhill slope, but then paying me back by not starting when we stopped for a cupcake and Mexican food.  We eventually made it up to Calpine and saw Phillip and Ben right away.  We parked the bus between some really nice people (Rick and Rebecca) and some assholes in a fancy new super expensive trailer.  I really hate assholes .

Pictures:  Mags and I on the way to Comatopia: my Friday prank at work; Leaving; Comatopia schedule