On Tuesday, I took my granddaughter to the SF Airport to complete her return home from Portland, parked in the lot and sat at the gate with her. Then reeling with jet-lag, I went to my old school to sub for my old colleague Sofia, who was home sick.
On Wednesday, Sofia had not improved, so I went into school again, accompanied by my jet lag, to teach 1st graders and 4-year-olds.
On Thursday, I met with James and Sofia to accept people into our Orff Summer Training Course.
On Friday, I went to the Jewish Home and sang love songs with the elders for an hour.
On Saturday, I drove up to Santa Rosa to see my nephew Damion perform as Romeo in a production of Romeo and Juliet. The play ended at 11:00 pm, got home around 12:15 am. (He was excellent!)
Today, Sunday, I led another Valentine’s sing at The Redwoods Assisted Living Home in Marin and spent some time with my freshly-widowed friend Heidi—talks, tears and hugs.
Tomorrow, I’m heading up to Yosemite with my wife and daughter Talia, a trip initiated by Talia because she has a week off and boyfriend Matt doesn’t. Never say no to a daughter’s invitation to spend time with you, even if it means heading up into what looks to be a monster snowstorm and you were hoping to enjoy the plum-blossom/ daffodils signs of Spring coming into San Francisco.
In short, though I consider myself a self-directed adult with plenty on my plate, I seem to be happy to be of service to anyone who asks for something within my schedule and skillset. I’d be happy to know that someone at a future Memorial Service (please note future, hopefully paired with “far–“) will testify that in spite of all that can could be interpreted as self-serving, arrogant, egotistical, that they noticed I’m also reliable, dependable, generous, and willing to be of service at the drop of a hat. And if nobody noticed, I guess I’m giving them a hint here. Ha ha!
Anyone need a ride to the airport? I’m your man!
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