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I spent most of the week recovering from having gone up north for the Labor Day weekend. The cats have reconciled with us and are back to being their normal selves. At work, my desk is still covered with paper, but I'm pretty sure I dealt with all of it minus filing it away. I'd have done that yesterday but just as I was about to begin I got email from our accountant with a lengthy request for documentation. My prediction is that I'll be working on that most of today.
The big event of the week was going to St Johns for the Davis and Jones Family Reunion on Sunday. We were rested up for that excursion because my hopes of working of tackling our overgrown backyard on Saturday were thwarted by general exhaustion. We slept in a little, were up for a couple of hours and then went back to bed for another three or four. We got up again at 5 pm which left just enough time to go out for dinner, play some Ingress, and then come home, exercise, shower, and get ready for bed.
This year rather than rent the township hall, we met at a bar/restaurant. We had more people attend than we had the previous year and that was good. I got to talk to my uncle Jerry (who was the first person I found back when I was trying to find my mother and who reminded me of that fact when we started conversing). I also got to see my cousin Cliff, who is always doing interesting things. He'd just returned from a 4000 mile motorcycle trip, from his home in Michigan, out to Colorado, and then back home through Michigan's upper peninsula. I know I talked to quite a few other people, including some I couldn't identify.
In mom news, she's back at Mary Free Bed in Grand Rapids and is likely to be there for at least another week. She *sounds* chipper but her voice does not match the content of her words. She couldn't tell me what went wrong that ended up in the hospital and I wonder if she was so out of it at the time that she doesn't know how it happened. I have a feeling my brother Rob (who has Power of Attorney) took one look at her and called for an ambulance. He is really good about checking in with her and has called her first thing every day for at least the past ten years. He also lives fairly close by, so he can pop in to see her on a regular basis. jebra and I live three hours away and that's just not conducive to seeing her as often as I'd like.
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