On Saturday, as most people already know.  My best friend broke her leg while ice skating with me.  And yeah, I know, not my fault, but I still feel guilty.  I mean, it had been my idea to go and stuff.  She’s at home now waiting for the orthopedist to call and tell her to come in for surgery.  Pieces of her bone need to be pinned in place before she gets her permanent cast on.  I can bet she doesn’t like having to move that leg right now.

Sunday was a blast, spent it at Gram’s and celebrated her birthday.  Monday was a whiz, spent the evening with my mom and celebrated her birthday.  Tuesday was a somewhat lazy day.

Today, though, one of the rescues died.  He was one of the kittens.  About eight months old and he some severe lung issues.  Sometime yesterday he got congested and he slowly went down hill from there.  Until, this morning, my mom took him to work with her to force feed him water every hour so as to keep him from getting dehydrated.  Shortly thereafter he died.  So, now I’m running between trying to continue my daily routine and feeling incredibly guilty that I’m still going through my routine and he’s not.

Tomorrow I go in to work again.  My fellow labelers just can’t seem to stay ahead of the packers.  I’m kinda looking forward to it, but kinda not.  I’m sick of Luis never doing his job and then being allowed to go and pack with the girls.  They don’t need the extra pair of hands.  They really don’t.  And I hate that he’s getting these free passes to be lazy when he’s supposed to be labeling.  It really upsets me.  But, for me, it’s piece meal work until I find a real job.  An hourly job.

So, that’s my latest update.

So, I wait…Impatiently.

I spent a goodly amount of time with my best friend, Harvey, hanging out, plotting evil and generally feeling young (younger than I am, I mean).  I bought some DVD-Rs and some CD-Rs to start participating in stealing my friend’s collection of vids and music.

This weekend, however, I will be rearranging the living room (we spent the week rearranging my bedroom) and setting up the Christmas tree. As you can imagine, I am highly excited.  I have already started plotting Christmas Presents, having bought my father’s back in October.  My only concern now is how to get it to him.  This year will not be presents-for-all year. I’ll be focusing on parents and grandparents mostly, and on whoever I got in the Gribble Family secret santa thingie.  Until I have a solid job and my funds are larger, I won’t worry about trying to get a present for every single member of my families, there’re simply too many as it is.

In snowed…A lot.  And, for me,  it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!!!!

Well, I’m going to Red Lobster, when I come back, I’ll post something about last weekend and the plans for this weekend.

Heather returned from lunch and Tienne came across the street with the boys.  Matt gestured to the floor (this was before I could hear their words) as though it proved something.  It wasn’t until Tienne stepped inside and just about swore that I realized what he meant. I glanced at the floor under the fudge tables (this is across the shop from me) and blanched.  Water…Lots and lots of water.  But I was obviously missing something, because Tienne had wrinkled her nose in disgust.  Matt turned to me. “You can’t smell that?”

I was trying to figure out what he meant when I heard the words ‘sewage water’.  There were several moments of panic while Tienne went down into the basement to see if it was flooded and then sent Ray upstairs to have the water turned off up in the apartment.  Afterwards, I was sent to tell Heather what was going on while the trio (Ray, Tienne, Matt) moved valuable things off of the floor.  Then I went to lunch. Which is where I sit now, worrying about what Corrina and I are going to do.  No water. Meaning…no flushing of the toilet, no washing of the hands, no washing dishes, or even just rinsing them out….No showers.  I, luckily, took a shower this morning and she took one last night. Still, I’m gonna desperately want another shower in two day’s time.  What are we gonna do?

Everything started out great.  There was drinking, music and I was sort of vaguely watching Happy Feet while keeping an eye on how drunk everyone appeared to be (not even tipsy).  Emma was in an out, probably to say good bye to other friends around the island.

A little while ago, she disappeared again.  And then news came about a friend of a friend’s dad.  He’d committed suicide.  Conversation became rather serious.  Apparently, the son was in the Pub drinking his sorrows away.  He didn’t want to go back to his place because he was afraid he’d start destroying things.  As I listened to this news, I tried to imagine how he could be feeling.  Not so much the betrayal suicide might bring, but the sense of loss.  It is such a huge feeling, in my mind, like a gaping hole in the wall of a beautiful house.  I could only envision how, in the incredibly distant future (like 3 million years) it might feel.  But even that agony was strong.  I have the strangest urge to cry for the boy who has just lost his father…

In any case, the topic of conversation caused me to withdraw from the living room in order to think about such news.  In all of my young life, I have never really come across something so terrible except in movies.  And even though it is not someone I know, I feel sorrow for his loss as it is not something I can even bear to imagine.

I think I got such a great price on it all because: 1) It’s end of the summer, 2) I work on the island, and 3) I’ve talked to the lady who did mine several times about buying something from her shop.

This is the last big thing I plan on getting and I am incredibly happy with my purchase.  After this I’m going to start storing my money away. In fact, I’m gonna stuff any extra money I have on me currently into my secret box or something.  No more spending for me!!! (Other than cell phone bill!)

And then I wandered off down the street, in the general direction I knew Shepler’s (another ferry line) to be in.  I was lucky in that I was right in my choice of direction.  I walked past the restaurant I’d had dinner with Bob at a week beforehand and paused to cross the street.  Once on the opposite side of the street, I stopped in at the first store to ask how far Subway was.  Down on main street, I was told. And when I asked where that was, the person I was acquiring information from gestured vaguely in the direction I was already walking in.

So I kept walking, stopping at an ice cream shop to get me something cold (it was hot).  It didn’t take me long to reach main street.  I began wandering down the street, eying the shops as I past them, pausing now and then to inquire as to the whereabouts of my destination.  From the way everyone was speaking, I thought I still had several miles to go.  But no, it was about halfway down the street where a lot of the tourist-y shops weren’t.

I stopped in, got my sub and ate.  I thanked the employees for working there, too.  I’m certain they thought I was strange.  I don’t care, I’m honestly grateful that they were working there and got me my sub. After that I spent the rest of the day wandering about the shops, stopping in to check various things out.

I tried on a dress, almost went through a maze of mirrors, tried to see a movie and meandered around a tiny bookshop…Those are some of the highlights of my ‘vacation’ from the resort island I live on.

I’ll be going into the city and wandering around aimlessly until I catch wind of Subway. And then I’m gonna go there.
Somehow, I need to find my friend…And a bookstore.

And then somehow I need to get back to the ferrylines before the last boat…This’ll be exciting!