Jewells of Thought

Within days of getting my bandage off from my hardware removal surgery I began to look for job postings. It’s something I have wanted to do but wanted to wait once I knew about this quick second and final surgery on the way.

When I found a very intriguing listing I went for it thinking it’s just in Terre Haute. Upon my first interview I learned that training would happen up north at Indy for two months. At first I was just excited I got to that point and didn’t think too much about those details. This past Thursday I had to think more seriously about that issue. It took one day of traveling to Evansville after my palm throw down days before to give me a months worth of tendinitis and two months of medicine that gave me some dizziness, wild dizziness that was backed up my medicine and an allergic reaction.

As much as I wanted this job the timing and where I am in my healing scared me a bit. Paranoia is an understatement for what I went through earlier this year. Realizing that I was about to put myself into the same predicament only instead of just one day this would be two months on I-70 during the holidays no less. Plus this isn’t the job I have been planning for under a bit of stress I dove headlong into this just wanting to know if I could land an interview first of all. That has helped me feel better than anything else in the past 3 years.

The drive down to Evansville wasn’t bad, I had GPS though and Mom was holding my phone. Once we got to the Funeral Home I was relieved, but that’s where I began to feel the exhaustion. We stayed for no less than 30 minutes. Our cousins had photos for us to look at especially a red photo album of younger photos of my Mom, her brothers and cousins etc. It was a wonderful book to see that Aunt Margaret had put together herself. I was so happy that we had made it and were able to be there some of my cousins were there too. I was excited to see them there even as I looked probably ghostly white. It was just too important, I wanted to be there and wanted Mom and Uncle Tony to be there for their cousins.

The night before I found the address for Bandanna’s Restaurant and added it to my GPS. That’s where I wanted to eat that evening while we were down there at Evansville. It would be at least another 15 minutes away though.

It was difficult to leave. Although my cousins were slowly heading out themselves and it was time for us to go too. I had to get ready for this drive to the restaurant though. I was still the only one of us in our car that could drive without getting lost or freezing. So I finally had to ready myself and say our goodbyes to everyone.

What I really needed was some good hearty food and more pain pills to get us home. Food is energy and that’s exactly what I needed especially from the last place we ate with Aunt Margaret for her 97th birthday. Another memorable day and a way to fondly remember what a special lady and aunt she was to all 3 of us that evening.

I know I didn’t finish my plate, but I don’t remember exactly what I ate that night. I was just excited to be at this specific restaurant especially since our Terre Haute one has been gone for a while now. We missed this place.

See how many more articles I can get out of this one night? There may just be one more unless I get off tangent.