Night Shift

Floated over to Methodist tonight, and worked on station 52. Surprisingly having a better float than the first time i was here. However, one of the pt's crashed at the end of report, and it surprised me to see a nurse, squeeze in IV fluid, such that mimiced on the TV show ER. Never seen that before....

... I'm tired, and ready to call it today. Talked to John. He never ceases to amaze me or make me laugh. He is all excited about a rare Cher cd I stumbled on at Barnes and Noble the other night. Thought he would of already owned a copy, but not such the case. He can be so goofy at times. Needless to say, I'll swing by there, on my way out of town tomarrow. Not looking forward to the 3-4 hour drive, but in any case, it

continuation

not looking forward to the drive, but at anyrate, it could be relaxing. I'll stop in La Crosse, and see Debbi, and probably stop to grab something to eat--we'll see. Especially what time I get up out of bed. This morning, I have to shuttle over to St. Mary's and then drive home, which will be a pain. what I don't do. It's almost a never ending ordeal that goes on and on. Does it ever end?

Legacy

Made it back to the parents estate, dispite the heavy rain, and storms from Mn to WI. I got here late than I wanted to, as I over slepted and stoped in La Crosse, to see Debbi. There was only 3 people in the bar, me, a lady, and a guy that kept on staring at me--he was older, and I wonder if he asked Debbi about me. Bobby, some guy, called the bar asking for me again last night. Didnt' know I had stalkers out there. Didn't know I was that great. I bring that up, because tonight, when I got home, I went to the bar with Dad, and met mom and her office there. We had a great time, and mom said that everyone always asks about me, and how I am doing. I didn't know i was that special.

Some of the most precious times I have, is when it is just me and my parents. We get into some interesting conversations. Tonight was no differnet. We talked about my grandfathers estate-who recently passed away. He was a farmer, and barely finished High School. Was a very calm man, helpful, yet calm. Lead a very simple life. Very plain. Who knew that he was worth a half-a-million dollars. Guess a penny saved is a penny earned. Maybe that will be his legacy.... not like it matters, the whole world has got comercial and there is a big crucifix in it. I especially feel that way, now that Christmas is aproacing.

Here is a idea, putting doorknobs on a board, for a coat rack. If that ins't the coolist idea.

I'm quite tired. Quite tired. Time to call it a day. May my writting be my legacy. what do you want to leave behind, what do you want to be known for. What is your legacy? Is it dust, Ashes, words, distruction, thoughts, beuty, or grace?