This morning while at work, I got this email from one of our neighbors:
Your wonderful children came over this morning to help with yard work - yea- they are so fine!
But I realized as I'm back inside that my trousers are completely ripped over my butt so my fanny was probably on display as I was working outside.
AND I showed them my stitches (there is a big bandage over my eye)
as they were leaving (with fruit leather w/out your ok) they read my note to self: "Don't drink beer when carrying lawn chairs". (Only two beers and after the Hornsby concert A,A&I were walking to the MAX and I turned around and then it was down and call 911).
Anyway, feel too much info (esp w/the clothing failure) so call if any questions.
It made me laugh.
A couple hours later, all my clients had left, and I was cleaning the tables where we'd eaten lunch. A coworker of mine (in a different program) was on the phone to Addis Ababa, loudly speaking Somali, her native language. She hung up and put her head down on the table. I asked if she was okay, and she told me the news that last Wednesday her 11-year-old brother died. He was playing soccer, got a stomach-ache, and after bouts of diarrhea, they took him to the emergency room where he died. Now her stepfather is very sick, and she's trying to talk to her family.
I expressed how sorry I am about this, and she thanked me with a shrug, saying, "This is life."