Another week, and…what a week. It seems as if the summer vacation is over. This week saw the return of my busier days at work. And at home.
My MIL stayed until Wednesday and she was a great help. We had to go to hospital for a check up for Rohan on Monday, and things turned out to be alright. So all good, everyone healthy, everyone happy. Although you don’t expect things to be bad, you never know and you are actually worry, maybe only unconsciously.
Tuesday I had a great meeting with a new part of a new part of our industry. I think things are developing very quickly and already have an opinion piece in mind. However, the one thing that really bugged me this week was time. So I have to be patient and hopefully I can put something together next week.
There just don’t seem to be enough hours in the day. Neither at work, nor at home. After a full day at work I went out with friends on Wednesday night. On Thursday we had a team night out, resulting in me being away two nights a week. That itself wasn’t too bad. But having had a few beers and full schedules just leave you drained. I am honestly contemplating of giving up the booze again. It all seemed much easier without.
The team night out however was fantastic. We played Urban Golfing, e.g. a computer game if you like where you play golf with real clubs. I am rubbish at golf, so maybe a good idea on how to practice it? Friday really finished on a “high” after very positive chats. So overall a really good week, up and down, a roller coaster ride.
Now the weekend. It all started with Colin not wanting to sleep on Friday and Rohan and myself being up from before 7 am on Saturday.
Something I was thinking to write about in detail is 9/11. However, given the extensive coverage for its 10th anniversary, I think there is enough said. It was 10 years ago that I came to the UK, laughing at the joke the radio DJ was making that “a plane had hit the WTC”. It was an hour later when things emerged and I realised this wasn’t a bad joke, this was reality. The world has changed since then. I only lived in the UK since it happened, I only know Britain and extensive travel past 9/11. I was in London 7/7. God bless America, and we all keep the ones we lost in terrorist attacks in our hearts and prayers.
10 years after 9/11 I met a friend, Adam, who I haven’t seen for 17 years. We went to High School together in my exchange year in Kansas. I can tell you that I really thought this might be awkward. But it wasn’t. I guess the most weird things was that we had lived so different lives over the last 17 years, and that we missed out on each other’s day to day experience. We don’t have that much to share. Having said that, it was like we had seen each other just yesterday. I honestly believe that our friendship is based on the trust and experience we gained 17 years ago. Adam, when you read that, it was so good to see you. I hope to see you again this week to catch up in greater detail.
So this weekend closes late. But on a very positive note.
May our love continue into next week and for many months to come.