Happy Birthday, Ned!
I began yesterday by making my 41st blood donation at BloodSource.
I love going to BloodSource. It's very near our house, it's
like a big family when you're there. People remember your name and are so grateful that
you've showed up. Last time I donated, the place was empty...no other donors.
Yesterday it was full and people steadily coming in the frontdoor, which is so good
to see. They have a diary of sorts at the table where you get your snack afterwards,
people recording how long they've been coming and why they donate blood. I wrote
something pithy and ended with "...but I miss the donuts." BloodSource
used to be located next door to a donut shop and they always had fresh donuts at the snack
table. For about a year after they moved into their plush new location, they
continued to have fresh donuts. But no more. They have tons of choices, but I do
miss the donuts!
As I feared, there was no word from the people who are holding our
television hostage. Sigh.
Jeri and Phil are in town and have been staying with my mother for
the past 3 days, but arrived in Davis yesterday afternoon. It's always
"interesting" when the dogs are let into the house. I let Polly in first,
locking the other two outside for about half an hour. That seemed to work well.
Polly barked and barked, but quickly calmed down and by the end of the night even
let both Jeri and Phil pet her. Amazing.
Jeri made friends with Sheila.
We had a taco dinner, which involved lots of bowls and lots of
chopping, but was easy to put together as a do-it-yourself project.
Fortunately, I had not
planned anything that needed microwaving, because the microwave broke. I fear we are
going to have to go shopping for a new microwave.
By the time they left, I was very sleepy (probably from all that loss
of blood!) and went right to sleep instead of writing this journal entry. The fact
that I slept until 6 a.m. (with my usual two wake-up times) says that I needed it.
2 comments:
You-don't-win-for-losing department: we used to serve sandwiches at our blood drives. Lots of people liked the sandwiches, but there was always someone who thought we should have something different.
The sandwich ladies quit, and then we served donuts, and there were more complaints, because donuts weren't healthful. Then Central took over the funding of the food, and there were packaged crackers and stuff. I can still hear the comments...
There seems to be a shortage of blood in the U.S. this summer; thank you for donating.
Bravo for your blood donation. I can't donate any more but my dad was among those who hit the 40-gallon mark before his health precluded him from donating any more.
And here's hoping you get your TV back - soon! We have enough of 'em in this house that if one went belly up it would only be a minor annoyance, lol. Then again, we have the old-fashioned tube TVs that you can replace for free or next to it.
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