I'm in St. Louis. I have a fabalous view of the arch from my hotel room. I went to a supplier that I didn't have in my old job. New processes, materials....it was sweet! I had a blast asking a billion questions. I have a bunch of parts to take back with me and I'm hoping to generate some cost reduction.
Shingle decision has been made... if only it had been as easy as typing that was. I had a long dinner last night so I didn't get all the samples out of the car. But today a decision had to be made because they are roofing tomorrow. (On a side note, I just looked at the ceiling of my hotel room. There are two heights in the room and the different heights have different size texturing. It looks .... odd.) After a long brainstorming session on Monday night regarding the colors of the house when I started looking at them again today I was on a bit of overwhelm. But I was coming down to the wire and needed to make a decision. So I called my dad....I knew instantly when he answered the phone things weren't going well. My mom refused to eat, take her pills, or do therapy today with the visiting nurses. I tried to tell day she is probably just having a day. She is probably just mad at the world and mad about her situation. Dad didn't sound like he was buying it and frankly I'm not sure I do either. Let's just pray tomorrow is a better day. I didn't talk to him about the shingles at that point but then once I was off the phone with him I couldn't concentrate enough to focus on the decision at hand which was still the stupid shingles which though seem trivial in the light of my mom's condition is a decision I have to live with until Uncle John moves me next. I called my brainstorming partner who also helped out with a few well timed laughs. Decision made...finally.
I'm off to dinner. Dolce Beijos.
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