OK, so I'm still counting in days not weeks. Or back to counting in days. This grieving is not a linear process, which is why one author said there really aren't "stages of grief." There are backsies.
Last night it was not so difficult to write some thank you notes acknowledging donations made to Hospice or Pancan in Linda's memory. It was kind of surprising but also nice that it was not as hard as I had anticipated. Only a few left to go.
Today was a pretty wild and wacky day at the synagogue. Staff meetings are always a hoot (woon hoot) and it went downhill from there. Seriously, we were all pretty cranky, not so much at each other but at "stuff" and "situations." So we vented and felt better.
Dinner tonight at a new Thai restaurant, Tee Nee Thai (is that a play on words for Teeny?? the place is pretty small...) and the food was really yummy. Maybe we'll go there for Mother's Day...better make a reservation.
At staff meeting, my early summer plans got almost approved. Exciting. The pieces are falling into place and I will get to meet Stanley Kutler (Linda's UWisconsin history professor) and Liz Pittel (from White Plains HS) in person. The only question is which date do I return. Very exciting prospect driving across country...well to Wisconsin, anyway.
Ketzl needs to romp some, and I'd better do it so hopefully I can get a decent night's sleep. He is having to learn being home for long stretches by himself. He just learned the new route here in the office: up on Linda's chair, across the keyboard, over to the printer and stopping on top. He moves quickly away and I think he knows he's not really supposed to be there...that it's just an attention getting device, like knocking things off counters.
