I did 10 hours again yesterday, and I went in and worked four hours this morning. Came home and went to bed! I did manage to get a few things done this afternoon, but not much. I have several things I want to write about, but I doubt I'll get to it until tomorrow. I'm going back to bed now! I hope I can salvage some of this weekend!
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I am soooo tired . . . .
Another 10 hour day at the office. And I'm going to try to do ten tomorrow, and six on Saturday. I've sat down here briefly to relax and now I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open, so I'm going to bed. Thomas got the kids to the meeting tonight, thankfully. I didn't get home until after 7:30. He's so good.
Well, I am POOPED! We have been working so much overtime. I just got home a few minutes ago and started dinner (broiled pork chops), but I really need a few minutes to myself, so I thought I'd sit down and write a little.
We were down several full-time associates for several weeks for various reasons -- three were promoted to another department, two were fired and one quit. On the regular HCFA side of OCR there are only two full-time associates, and one of them is a new hire, but she is making production. Then they have their Operations Expert who keys OCR when she can to help out, and there are ELEVEN temps, four of which started this week. On our side there are five full-time associates, but one just moved over from regular OCR, so she is not yet up to production, and three are new hires who just moved over from doing regular OCR and aren't yet up to production on EMs either. Then we have our Operations Expert who also keys when she can to help us out. And I think three more temps just started a training class today.
So we were already behind because of a people shortage. Now we are tying to get our inventories down as close to zero as possible in preparation for the software upgrade for the FACETS team. OCR has a direct impact on them, so it is very important that our inventories be down in case they have problems when the upgrade is done.
Jim just came by to give the puppies their shots, and he picked out the one he wants. It's Regis (the biggest one). I thought he would pick him. That's okay, because he's going to be a good dog for him. He is such a happy, friendly dog, but he's going to be a good, aggressive, loyal one for him, too. He knows a lady who wants a fox terrier, but she wants a female, so he's going to take Elly Mae for her when he gets Regis. He could have taken them tonight because they'll be seven weeks old tomorrow, but I want to get some good pictures of them and some video tape of them playing with Eler Beth. So we'll take them to him next week. So Eler Beth gets to keep Contessa (Little Bit), and for now, I am keeping Scout.
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WHAT IS THUNDER OVER LOUISVILLE???
What started as a better-than-average fireworks display has become the pinnacle of pyrotechnics. It is the nation's largest annual fireworks event. It also is one of the top five air shows in the country. Thunder Over Louisville has made a lot of people happy, garnered international attention, entertained millions and given Greater Louisvillians something else to brag about. Thanks to the generous sponsorship of civic-minded companies like Caesars Indiana, Ford, UPS and Yum! Brands - Thunder continues to be THE special event that brings the community together like no other celebration.
Here's how it all got started...
Those are the opening words of an article on the history of Thunder Over Louisville, and below is a link to that web site:
http://www.thunderoverlouisville.org/history/default.asp
We went yesterday, and boy was it cold! It stayed in the 40's while the sun was out, but the wind chill made it more like 20-something. This was such a shock to our systems because our temperatures had been in the 80's all week until Friday when they took a big dip. Thomas and the kids went for the whole thing, beginning with the air show. I knew I couldn't handle sitting out there all afternoon, so I went just right before the fireworks. It was good, as usual, but I enjoyed the time with Thomas and the kids and some of our friends most of all.
http://www.thunderoverlouisville.org/news/pressdetail.asp?ID=626
Above is a link to the news article about our Chilly Thunder yesterday.
I am slowly waking up. But I don't open my eyes, yet. I feel like I am floating awake. I can hear the drone of a bee outside the open window.
I am in my mother's bed. The big iron bed that was my grandmother's. There is a sheet over me and I feel as if I am sinking down into the mattress. I have been so sick, but I've had such a nice rest. Now I hear a fly buzzing about. I feel a little bit of a warm breeze coming through the window and it brushes a light kiss on my face.
I slowly open my eyes. My mother is sitting beside me on the bed, facing me, reading a magazine. I realize I'd been hearing the rustle of the pages as she turned them. As she's reading she is slowly waving a fly swatter over me, shooing the fly that got in and that is trying to interrupt my rest. My eyes close and I sink back into sleep.
I wake again. I am warmer. I don't really need the light sheet over me now, but I am too drowsy to push it off. The warm breeze is making the white lacy curtains flutter a little at the window. Now I hear the drone of a lawn mower in the distance. I drift to sleep again.
I wake, but don't open my eyes. There is a nice, comforting sound coming to me. A soft swish, swish, swish, a muted thump, then a slight rustling. Then the whole thing repeated. I listen to this repeated refrain a few times before I push to open my eyes. I see my mother at the foot of the bed, ironing. Swish, swish goes her iron over the garment. A soft, muted thump when she sets it down on the ironing board. A slight rustle as she moves the garment around on the board or takes it off to replace it with another. Occasionally she hums a partial tune, quietly, almost to herself. What a wonderfully soft, gentle, comforting series of sounds to awake to.
This is my "happy place" thought. I was about six years old. I don't know what I'd been sick with, but I can remember waking up and seeing my mother sitting there reading, fanning flies away from me. And I remember waking to the sounds of her ironing and quietly humming. Whenever I need a little comfort, a thought to take me back to a happy, secure feeling, this is the memory I turn to.
