A very HIGH and LOW kind of day. Knowing I was on vacation beginning tomorrow, I hauled ass to get a bunch of work off my desk. I am SO MOTIVATED the day before a vacation, it’s ridiculous. If I could maintain even half that motivation for three or four days before I wouldn’t feel the need to do the work of 10 people on the last day. What can I say, I have always been a procrastinator. I think I actually get some kind of sick satisfaction out of cranking it out at the bitter end.
I got some pretty heavy news over the lunch hour that tempered all the other joyful things that happened but I was glad to get it. Even though it makes me very sad (and I can’t talk about it here in order to respect the privacy of others – which is certainly the downfall of keeping a personal blog over a paper journal), knowing means I can help a little, in whatever way I can, which for me is usually just listening because I never really know the right things to say to make somebody feel better.
But after lunch I heard from my banker, Andrew, with the news that our consolidation had gone through and all the funds had been dispersed. Basically this makes our life about a million times better. Again, he stressed that the bank should have done all this for us when we got our mortgage over a year ago but I don’t feel like crying over spilled milk at this point. I’m just so happy that things will be easier from now on. I will be able to sleep soundly again. Home ownership will be something I think of with a smile instead of wanting to slash my wrists. In other words, I have gotten my mental health back. And after that my boss gave me a really lovely piece of art and a Pottery Barn gift certificate for Christmas. Right about now I feel like life is pretty much perfect. Stable finances, a great boss, fantastic friends and family – you can’t really ask for much more.
Later we went for dinner at my parent’s place, because they insisted I open a certain Christmas present before we go away. I felt a little weird about opening it because my dad was at work. He actually called from work to make sure that I really did open it. To make a long story short, they catapulted me squarely into the current century by getting me a pretty little digital camera and a 512 MB memory card which Kev estimates will hold about 500 pictures. (Gee, only 500 pictures? 🙂 I think secretly they just wanted me to stop borrowing their camera. These are the first two pictures I took on my very own digital camera: