Sunday Scratches is where I share the little stuff that has happened throughout the week. In hockey, “scratches” are people who are on the roster but do not play in the game. On the blog, “scratches” are the things that have happened to me throughout the week that aren’t necessarily big enough to be an entire post.
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Well, it’s Sunday. Here are the scratches for the week.
There have been a lot of hard weeks during quarantine, but fuck… this one was the hardest.
I knew it was going to be a sprint, because we had Monday off for Memorial Day and Sean and I took Friday off for his birthday, so only had three work days. Oh, and I was in charge of getting our virtual camp up and running by Friday morning.
Tuesday was actually a really solid day. I got a bunch of work done, I finished up some projects around the house, and I had a really positive Passion Planner Daily reflection where I came up with a bunch of anxiety relief strategies.
I’m really glad Tuesday was such a positive day, because everything hit the fan on Wednesday. I was scrambling at work all morning, and then got a call from my mom at lunch to let me know that my 90-year-old grandma passed away. It was both expected and unexpected; her health has been deteriorating ever since the holidays, but she easily could have lived for several more years in the state she was in. She wasn’t feeling well, so the staff at her assisted living facility called an ambulance, and she was gone before it arrived. I’m at least grateful that it happened quickly.
I’m also so grateful that Sean and I got one last visit in before quarantine happened. She had been having good days and bad days, and we thankfully visited her on a good day. She was in really good spirits, and acted and sounded like herself.
She was an absolutely amazing woman. She took care of me and my siblings between the end of the school day and when my parents got home from work. She didn’t take our bullshit, and she taught me to be a strong, independent woman. I’m going to miss her like crazy.
The rest of the week was a bit of a blur. I somehow managed to launch camp by Friday morning, and it went really well. We had more than 300 people sign up in the first hour, which I’m really proud of!
Sean’s birthday was a bit strange this year (as all birthdays since March have been), but we were still able to make it special. I picked up our favorite Thai food and an amazing chocolate cheesecake on Thursday evening. I woke up early on Friday to make some Swedish cinnamon buns (they were difficult but so rewarding!), and Sean got to take out some bushes from our front yard that he hated.
We ended the day with our favorite sushi and Space Force. Which, if you haven’t seen… do yourself a favor and watch it.
This weekend has been a combination of landscaping, housework, and relaxing. From the death of my grandma to all of the protests going on (friendly reminder that black lives matter and that America has a bunch of systemic problems that need to be fixed before any of us can claim to be proud to be American), I’ve been doing my best to take care of myself and my mental health. It hasn’t been working… but I’ve been trying.