Just returned from a week on Leech Lake with Mom, Dad, Eric,
Shelley, Nate and Abby, Mike and Zach. I miss everyone a lot now. I heard a guy
talking in the Owatonna Bass Pro that sounded like Eric, and that was sort of
sad. Abby, Nate and Zach are thick as thieves.
They play like they see each other every day. Hopefully we’ll be able to meet
in Des Moines sooner than the fall, but I know that will be hard. The cats were glad to see us. Apparently we
had a worm family move in and they ate my entire tomato plant. It was so
healthy with zillions of blooms and little baby tomatoes. I told Mike I was
going to microwave them, then I felt bad, but I think he may have stabbed them.
I always knew he was kind of a Mexican.
Work has gone well this week at St. Mary’s. Budget is a big problem for
the hospital. Rumors are everywhere that we have been bought by Shawnee Mission
Hospital, which I have always known to be a nice hospital. It is not as bad a
place as I thought it was in the beginning, but I am still excited for my
interview tomorrow at big budget KU for the “wound team.” I am just going to
let fate be my guide. If the wound team doesn’t work out, I’ll decide what to
do at that point.
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