All I was thinking he was bringing back was the redwood picnic table I wanted for the front porch. But there we were, unloading a bigger U-Haul truck than I thought he would be bringing.
Yesterday, I was going through a bag with some sweatshirts in it. His dad had gotten a sweatshirt with our last name on it and the family crest. Probably off the internet, you know - you can get those things off the internet. I am not even sure it is correct but he was proud of it.
And there was also a sweatshirt from his branch of the Armed Services.
I sighed.
This also looks like something bought at the Rogers Sale or a flea market in Ohio, it doesn't look super official. But I know he bought it, and I know he loved it. I can picture him puttering around the yard and garden in it, early fall, cool weather, picking up sticks for the pile.
His mom gave both sweatshirts to us, and Doug said he couldn't ever fit in them. She asked if Geoff could, and Doug said, Less So.
So she said "Well, maybe Christine will like them." So they came home.
So she said "Well, maybe Christine will like them." So they came home.
They fit me, but I feel weird wearing a sweatshirt with our last name on it, walking around town. And I feel even weirder wearing the Air Force one.
I always admired and respected him for his service. He was a navigator in Viet Nam. He never ever talked about his war experiences. I sometimes really wanted him to, I wanted to know about things other than "Thai food in America is not as good as Thai food in Thailand. I don't even know what this is that we have here." But I honored his choices.
Sadly though, I don't think I can wear this, but also, I can't donate it.
I'm really unhappy with our government. I do not like the 2020 "No War In Iran" people now cheering the bravery and courage it took our president to do what he's doing now in 2026. I don't disrespect those in the service, but I'm not rah rah siss boom bah about our military today.
I think of Mike Birbiglia and how he loves the troops because if they weren't the troops, HE'D be the troops. And he'd be the worst troops. As would I. So yes, thank you for the Troops.
So it is going into the closet. Until some other time. Both sweatshirts, together. Kept and not thrown away.
I also found something else. Quite a while ago, Doug found two bedside tables (or livingroom end tables) on the side of the road. One of them is on my side of the bed, and today I opened the bottom drawer to start tucking some things in from the boxes.
There were two Christmas cards in the drawer, one from the pastor of a church with a lovely photo of the Reverend and "Lady" [last name redacted]. I thought that was pretty awesome to be married to the reverend and be known as Lady.
And there was a second card, which made me feel a little sad that we have it and they don't.
I don't remember the address of the house. It is in our old neighborhood, I'm sure I could drive by and drop it off some one of these days. But what if Rick and Abby are no longer together? What if he or she is absolutely fine with this card being gone and out of their lives.
I put it back in my bottom drawer, like I put the sweatshirts in the closet.
It's a Monday, and feels like a Monday. We had a lot of meetings, and a colleague did a swoop in share a lot of opinions that are wrong, and I panicked and reached out to my boss who was already emailing the group.
I had a super long email chat with a client in Michigan who is lovely and wonderful and he is going through a mess in his personal life, and his office is moving. Over the weekend he had to be at the office packing and moving AND at his dad's house packing and moving there.
We talked a lot about our aging parents, and how hard this is to deal with. He said his wife has been a partner in crime, a ride or die, a saint. I told him that I've been that for Doug for his aunt, and he's been by my side too with things regarding my mom.
Where he lives, the house can't be unoccupied for a certain period of time, but for some reason no one will tell him how long, so he's rushing to pack it up and get everything out so they can sell it. I told him about Doug's mom and her Bonnie Two Houses situation. I think if it was against the law for her to have an unoccupied house, Doug's sister would know, and that would be something she'd be on top of.
Doug called her tonight, he's been meaning to for a week or so. She just sounds super depressed. Doug told her she should take a trip, do something fun. She said she'd love to but she can't lift up anything heavier than 10 pounds (Doctors' orders) so she can't go alone.
She mentioned a convention in Corning NY that she would love to go to, so I googled it and sadly, well, maybe not sadly but, unfortunately, it is the same weekend as Molly's Wedding in NH.
But maybe we can take her to Corning NY some weekend. My friend R has been doing glassblowing up there, and I messaged her to find out when she'll be there. I bet Bonnie would love to go and see R's work.
So put a pin in that friends. I'd like for her to have some fun.
Anyway. That's about it. Feeling sleepy, ready for bed. Still have some things to finish up for work before I shut down for the night though.
Digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill, 31 min/2 miles (almost a 15 min mile split but a few seconds off!); 11k+ steps by bedtime.
blood glucose:
8am: 102
5pm: 121
10pm: 84
food & meds:
8am: jardiance+phentermine
protein shake mixed in my coffee
12:30pm: 647 everything bagel, 2 pieces of muenster, turkey
1:15pm: met+glip
6pm: Southwestern chicken and corn chowder (a Geoff Specialty, one of his best meals!)
8pm: ramekin of cashews, met+glip
one vodka and diet cran (just to kill the diet cran bottle)
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