September 24, 2007

Nature Abhors a Vacuum

As far as I know, this is not a sweeping tragedy, but: I take back the recommendations I made to several people about our cleaning help.

It's not that she did bad work; she was entirely adequate to our needs. But I haven't seen her in three phone call, no email to let us know she wasn't coming. Of course, I sent a polite email and left a polite message, hoping that she was okay and just wondering if, assuming she was alright, she hadn't had the heart to let us know she was done with us. Response: nothing.

So, it could be that she was hit by a truck (though I haven't seen her name in any accident reports; yes, I looked: I was worried about her!), in which case she's probably not in a condition to help someone else anyway. Or it could be that she just doesn't get how to be responsible to clients, in which case, my advice would be to seek elsewhere. Or maybe we did something soooo horrible to her that she felt the only recourse was to cut us off....but we're having trouble figuring out what that might be.

For now, we've divvied up the chores. We're hoping that with the amount of streamlining and decluttering and containerizing we've accomplished in the last few months, we can manage. If not, the search for good help will continue.

September 21, 2007

Pictures Appearing

Just a note to let you know that I'm trying to get a little caught up on our pictures; there are a few new ones up at Ogle Family Photos. Direct links are here for:

We do apologize for the delay! (and now I'm only a whole year behind....)

September 10, 2007

Summer Round-Up, 2007

My last day of taking the train up to help Laurie was Saturday. It's awfully nice to be settling into the rhythm of school days again, busy as they can be. I have so many things that are pestering me to be caught up, and the Season of Speech Weekends starts....this weekend! Still, I have much more time to do that catching up when I am actually operating out of the home.

On the other hand, I'm awfully glad I was in a position to help. I think one of the hardest things--for me, at least--when someone I know has died, has been the inability of people I care about to take my help (I assume it's inability; maybe they just don't *want* me. Hey, I've got a healthy ego! :-) ). Since that happened three separate times in the last four years, it's nice that this time, not only was there something concrete I could do, but I was actually asked--and welcomed--to do it. I know I'm not very good at asking for help myself--or even accepting it, if others are brave enough to offer--and it's something I wish to get better at. This was a good lesson for me in how to do it gracefully, and I hope it's contagious.

Not least because, along with the real work we did, it was an awful lot of fun to reconnect and remember why we're friends in the first place (we always have Excellent Adventures!) And I was glad to be close by, a human presence, during moments of pain.

All in all, not a bad way to spend the summer. Our house may not be perfect, but our hearts feel pretty whole.