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onepageatatimeLast Saturday evening, my wife's grandmother died at the age of 97.
On Monday, I made a solo road trip for the first time, driving more than 600 miles to join my wife for the service. I wasn't terribly helpful while I was there, I don't think, because of the after-effects of the drive and the fact that we didn't have a hotel room, so there were always people around (and, since I haven't met my wife's extended family very often, people I didn't really know). But I know my presence was quite appreciated by my wife and my mother-in-law (especially since my father-in-law decided not to make the trip).
Tuesday evening, we drove for a couple of hours to drop off my wife's rental car at the airport and start the trip home (so we wouldn't have to do ALL of it the day before Thanksgiving on I-95). Later start than I would have hoped for, given how tired my wife was (and with her health conditions, she will take far more time to recover from being tired than most people...so I didn't want to delay that).
She drove most of the way home, though I did 175 miles of it.
So yesterday, we played it quiet. We had a quick trip to my in-law's house to drop off some stuff that my mother-in-law had sent back in our van, rather than take on the plane with her. And my wife put in about 4 hours of work, since she telecommutes and had missed some time earlier in the week. (Since she's part time, she doesn't get any paid bereavement leave). We went to Uno and had deep dish pizza for dinner.
Today, I try to figure out what needs to be done before work on Sunday, and try to do it without pestering the boss too much (since the office is still closed for the holiday). Sigh. I need a vacation.
On Monday, I made a solo road trip for the first time, driving more than 600 miles to join my wife for the service. I wasn't terribly helpful while I was there, I don't think, because of the after-effects of the drive and the fact that we didn't have a hotel room, so there were always people around (and, since I haven't met my wife's extended family very often, people I didn't really know). But I know my presence was quite appreciated by my wife and my mother-in-law (especially since my father-in-law decided not to make the trip).
Tuesday evening, we drove for a couple of hours to drop off my wife's rental car at the airport and start the trip home (so we wouldn't have to do ALL of it the day before Thanksgiving on I-95). Later start than I would have hoped for, given how tired my wife was (and with her health conditions, she will take far more time to recover from being tired than most people...so I didn't want to delay that).
She drove most of the way home, though I did 175 miles of it.
So yesterday, we played it quiet. We had a quick trip to my in-law's house to drop off some stuff that my mother-in-law had sent back in our van, rather than take on the plane with her. And my wife put in about 4 hours of work, since she telecommutes and had missed some time earlier in the week. (Since she's part time, she doesn't get any paid bereavement leave). We went to Uno and had deep dish pizza for dinner.
Today, I try to figure out what needs to be done before work on Sunday, and try to do it without pestering the boss too much (since the office is still closed for the holiday). Sigh. I need a vacation.