Sunday

Alrighty,
So today was my first official day off this week. I wasn't scheuled at Bakers and I didn't have to run to the capitol or anything for an internship. It was kind of nice, something I could get used to.

The plans of the day were pretty already laid out. I slept in after working late, (waking up at like 730 after working until around midnight) laid around all morning watching various Sunday morning TV shows and then headed off to my Grandparents apartment by 10:45. Today we were heading out to my Uncle's farm to celebrate my cousin's 8th grade graduation and confirmation (they're Catholic so the two were lumped into one). My Uncle and his Family live about an hour from Omaha and originally our party would have consisted of myself, Cecily, my mom and Jim. However, sadly my Step-Grandmother was rushed to the emergency room yesterday evening with high blood pressure. They spent the good part of the evening there and soon they found that they were in need of a ride to West Point as well.

My mom's car was full so I was volunteered to drive them out. No big deal, they offered to let me simply just drive their car so there I was at 11, ready to take them. However, even this morning she was feeling under the weather, so I was surprised to see just my Grandfather there waiting. I pulled my car into his garage and we were on our way.

I haven't really spent much one on one time with my Granfather before and it was kind of nice. He likes to talk and listen to old music that I've never heard of (yodelling, and warbly gospel choirs) so I just sat and listened as he talked for most of the way there. The roads were fine and we were soon to the farm. Spent some time with the cousins and then soon we were once again back on the road heading home...

I remember last summer my mom threw a big party for my grandpa's 80th birthday. Seriously, like inviting people from all over to come out to her house. She stressed the importance to make the day special because he might not have another big birthday party again...

My Grandfather was never the nicest person to my mom and her family when they were younger and in many respects I can find parallels from his actions and behaviors in the way that my Dad acts now. Still though, I respect her and him and it was nice to spend the afternoon with him. I chose to savor the moment since something like this would most likely never happen again...


Tomorrow starts the internship all over again. I'm excited to see what this week will bring. Bakers overscheduled me again, try 4-Midnight two days in a row followed bvby two 9-5 shfits. Yeah, pretty brutal. I wrote a quick note to my supervisor, firstly thanking her for the hours but asking for the most 25 next time instead of 32. I'm pulling 10 hour days in Lincoln Monday and Tuesday so I'm pretty much spent come the end of the day...


Especially if I'm going to be going back up to Fargo early I want to savor this month and a half I have off back home. sure, it's hard being home but heck it's home and I want to actually relax before doing anything.