08-25-22 a reprieve
Today was better. I set my alarm an hour later, skipped the treadmill and got ready for work. I felt sad for Luis who had had a very bad travel experience. He left home in Mexico Tuesday, had a long layover in Vancouver with a card that wouldn’t work and then found himself here late at night without proper internet access to reach out to me. I was glad when just after 1:30 am, his cab pulled up. I gave him the 5 cent tour and headed to bed. When I got up this morning I was feeling bad for him as he may not have eaten, so I through together a banana, a couple of apples and a Gatorade and left home a note to reach out if he needed anything.
The day went pretty great although I only worked on one file on the phone with the client for 5 hours. Thank goodness for a headset but I wished I had eaten lunch first! She is so sweet and I love her business so it is a pleasure for me, although I must get on with the two I need to finish asap. I forget now why I went looking but I was on 23andme to review my DNA when it struck me that I am .3% Ashkenazi Jewish. I think I always have thought of Jewish as a religion, a belief, not something in one’s DNA. Of course this sent me down the Google rabbit hole. It is interesting to look up. It really all ties to the German or Polish Ukrainian side of my family. The German is my paternal grandmother, the other, my Maternal. I would love more people in my family to do their DNA tests so we could compare blood lines. I am also 1.1% Native American which is a bit baffling. If all my family basically comes from Europe, then where does that come in?? I shall continue to monitor and see. When I was done the 5 hour call, I checked my email, responded to texts, etc and checked out for the day.
I had a quick visit with Luis and headed for my martial arts class. The only thing I hate about it is my very dirty feet when I am done, I wish the mats were cleaner. It is funny to see the other women not wanting to spar with me as they see me as a worthy opponent. Being that they are all younger than I am, some by many decades.. I am ok with that. Turns out I have a mean left hook and a strong roundhouse kick. The Guru thinks I used to be a kickboxer. Strangely, it is something I always wanted to do but didn’t know women could.. another sad product of my generation.
When I got home I sat outside and had a real visit with Luis. He is 29, here to take the final courses in Kinesiology and Biology for a semester. His English is very good and we had a good long talk. I was sad to hear that yesterday was his worst day ever. He left Tuesday from home, spent a full layover day in Vancouver and arrived here in the wee hours of Thursday. While in Vancouver, his carryon bag was stolen from a van and it held his 3 winter jackets. What a sad start to his first visit to Canada. I think I have restored his faith in Canadians though as I took him to pick up Subway for dinner, drove him around to show him town and then reached out to my daughter to see if she had any extra jackets as her students often leave some behind. he asked me how much and when I said nothing I think he almost cried. It has been very stressful for him as on top of everything his credit card won’t work here. His mom is working on that problem.
So, all in all, today was a much better day. Yesterday was a blip.
triumphgal 