At the Kitchen Table

I'm sittin here at the kitchen table at Too.  I really hadn't wanted to come down this weekend.  We were here last weekend and I thought I had better things to do at home . . . like clean house, get ready for company in a couple of weeks and see my grandchildren.  But, Himself, wanted and had projects lined up and so I didn't moan or whine (or very much anyway) and here we are.  Me at the table with this new friend of mine with thunder rumbling overhead and lightening flashing off to the south and it is right.  I was meant to be here, relaxing.  We have had an extremely busy (wild/crazy/maniac) week at work and as the economy continues to slump, we just get busier.  I have been pretty much in control and level and digging down and getting her done until today when we got the word that next week is the target week.  Next week, we get our training and our go ahead and we move to the new paperless era.  We give up the paper copies and learn how to get our scanned documents out of the computer.  I have to admit, I got a little anxious.  I thought about hyperventilating and pounding the walls shouting "Why?"  "Why?"

I wondered, how will I get my work done using new software and retreiving scanned documents when I almost have too much work to get done now using known and proven methods?

Then we arrived at Too and breathed in the rain freshened air.  We took a golf cart ride around the quiet lake roads.  I settled down and remembered that I have always survived every new software upgrade.  I've waded through many system changes.  I am determined, if not young and agile and quick.  I will adapt.  I will getherdone. 
So this is where I should be right now.  Here at Too.  Rocking on the screened porch with Himself, releasing the tension in my shoulders, letting the worry go.  Enjoying the moment . . . love,  Nana from Too