Going From Vacation-Head to Work-Brain

What sucks more than that? Okay yes, I can think of some things, but living day to day? Not much.

I was off of work from half a day on June 29th until yesterday morning, Monday, July 9th. Going back to work on a payroll Monday, a week after end of fiscal year 2018 sucks in its own right, but personally? O. M. G!

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Johnny and me at the Lynryd Skynyrd concert; Day 1 of Vacation.

My birthday week consisted of two concerts, a bbq pool party and a couple of cook outs. I enjoyed much time in our pool, after the peak UV ray time.

My first birthday gift was tickets to the Lynyrd Skynyrd farewell concert. Johnny and I had a blast! This was the first time I’d ever had the opportunity to see them in person, and believe me! They were amazing!

The next day (my actual birthday) was kept on the down low, and we went to our daughter’s boyfriend’s parents (with whom both of us worked with at the hospital), so it was an awesome reunion day. My bonus daughter, her SO and my grandchild gave me a bag of goodies in the driveway. One of the SO’s little nephews was having his birthday that day, too, so I didn’t want to advertise, although someone let it slip at the end of the evening and I got more hugs, which a body can never have too many of!

On Sunday, we went to my Mom’s house because my Aunt and Uncle (Margie and Gene) were visiting from New Mexico. Uncle Gene was one of the reasons I got into photography. He his now shooting black and white film.

The following day, Monday, was simply me sitting by the pool and writing.. This was what I created on that day,

On Tuesday, we loaded the coolers and the car and went back to Raleigh for the Foreigner concert. This time, Bonus Daughter and her SO were with us, and we had SO much fun!

These were sone of the people we saw.

It was an amazing concert, though and we are looking for more lawn seats to more concerts!

The 4th of July found us exhausted. Go figure. We’d pretty much been doing the whole go, go, go-thing. We chilled at the house. But I wrote about the 4th of July and the previous night’s concert.

There were a few more days on my vacation but were weathered out. And still I wrote. Check me out on Medium for more, and please? If you like what you read? Interact and applaud!

On Friday night it stormed  its ass off.  I tried to go inside, but it was literally electrical havoc, so I was stuck in the pool house with a laptop, tablet and phone, all of which had dying batteries, but I made do.

The hubs was already snoozing on the patio sectional, but I was as charged as the storm outside. So I wrote until I was tired, and crashed next to him until about 1:30, when I woke up scratching at my ankles and feet, because of mosquitos. I tried as hard as I could, several times, to wake him up, but I finally had to drag myself to bed.

We were supposed to smoke a pork shoulder that day, but it poured rain until it was too late to actually put it on for a decent dinner-time, so we postponed that until Sunday.

We still hosted Family Game Night and played a new game; Speak Out. Holy cow! I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. You put a mouth piece in your mouth and try to read quotes, and … yeah. hilarity ensues, I promise.

Sunday was sunny and pleasant, so the pork went on the grill, I made eastern NC barbecue sauce (vinegar based, of course) and my first ever coleslaw. Leftovers were minimum. This was pre-chopped and appropriately sauced:

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Smoked pork shoulder, before chopping and sauce!

Then, after everyone left, I had to get my head back into work-mode. This was no easy feat, given that I’d been sleeping in until 10 or so each morning for the past 9 days.

Fortunately, I only slept through one of my alarms and got up. Had a smoothie ready to go, so grabbed it and out the door I went.

There was payroll to be done, as well as the associated reports, my month end and year end reports to do, and then I found out that the new employee training for safe patient handling was to have 50+ participants!

Too. Much. Stress.

But then, mid-morning, one of my favorite people saw me, raced to me and threw her arms around me! “OMG, Jules! I am so glad you’re back! I really missed you!” She may have thawed my heart about work a little bit.

Even with that welcome, I asked if I could just go back on vacation? Just let me sit, write, and think, man. Is that too much to ask?

Apparently so.

All’s well that ends well, though. I had enough help to train all the new employees on how to safely move their patients and it was a very successful class! Reports? Done. Employees mad at me? Check.

Yeah, I’d say I’m back in the swing of things, here.

Who has ever really had a hard time going back to their regular jobs after a week’s vacation? Who has ever let their vacation re-think a traditional 9-5 job?

I look forward to hearing from you!

Until Next Time…

 

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Please Tell Me This Is Supposed To Be Satire!*

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I just saw someone post this image on Facebook. I stopped what I was doing to grab this screenshot. WTH, people? Really?

It’s been 35 years since I graduated high school, but I’m pretty sure things haven’t changed that much, but to be sure, I also showed my daughter, who graduated in 2014, and she confirmed that nothing had changed.

NO! America is NOT that entire land mass. To once again quote my daughter, “I can’t even!”

I learned about the continents according to the graphic below:

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Notice the two separate continents, North America and South America. The United States of America is located in North America, just like it was when I was in school.

Is this what we are now teaching our kids? That America is the sum of two separate continents?

If so? I’m going to need a lot of prayer, because these kids are going to be caring for me when I get old. Jeebus.

*Originally posted on Medium.

 

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I Hope I Die Before I Get Old…NOT

Long-Haired Dude — photo by me

That classic song by The Who.

The ballad of those who came before me.

I was four months old when “My Generation” was released.

I really started loving The Who’s music during my freshman year of high school.

I hope I die before I get old…”

Nope. Not even a little bit. I knew, even in high school, that I wanted to die old, not even a little bit before that.

Fast forward about 35 years after high school.

I’m living on the opposite coast from where I grew up, but I am still going to concerts of artists that remind me of my younger days.

Last week we saw .38 Special, Cheap Trick and Lynyrd Skynyrd. Last night we saw Jason Bonham (John Bonham’s amazing son), WhiteSnake and Foreigner. All of these artists brought back a whole lot of memories from days gone by.

This lady was really getting down at the concert tonight. #coolpoints

I’m not exactly old (although my 20 year old self might tell you differently) and I was in good company at both concerts.

I saw people older than I am that had the most amazing tattoos and piercings! Yes, they were older, but damn! They weren’t old! They were cool as hell.

At a newly acquired 53? I’m feeling like my life is beginning, again.

I’ve raised four children, three of whom I’ve given birth to, and the hubs and I are empty-nesters. Our lives reset, yet again! This, in my old opinion, is awesome!

The lyrics, “I hope I die before I get old,” strike fear in my heart.

How old, exactly, is old?

When I was in my teens, 35+ was old. In my 30’s, 50+ was old. I’m now in my 50’s and the 70–80 range seems old. In any case? I’m not trying to die before I get old.

(Talkin’ ‘bout my generation…)

Let’s look, instead, at the lyrics of Jethro Tull’s “Life’s a Long Song:”

Video courtesy YouTube: costing buses

When you’re falling awake and you take stock of the new day
and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,well, don’t you fret, don’t you fear,
I will give you good cheer.

Life’s a long song.
Life’s a long song.
Life’s a long song.

If you wait then your plate I will fill.

As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,
and the twelve o’clock gloom spins the room,
you struggle on your way
Well, don’t you sigh, don’t you cry,
lick the dust from your eye.

Life’s a long song.
Life’s a long song.
Life’s a long song.

We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.

As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress,
and the symphony sounds underground put you under duress,
well don’t you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel.

Life’s a long song.
Life’s a long song.
Life’s a long song.

But the tune ends too soon for us all.”

This is how I’d prefer to live my life; as a long song.

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