Hijacked by an elevator

The last couple of days at work were busy! Especially for a weekend. It was nearing the end of my shift yesterday and I had been waiting a few hours for some platelets that a patient desperately needed. When the platelets were ready, to make things faster, I decided to go down and pick them up myself. On my way down to the lobby level, I realized I needed an extra IV pump to run the platelets since I was already using the other 2 pumps. I took the 5 flights of stairs down to central service to get a pump, then I decided to take the elevator up to the blood bank (those pumps are heavy) As I'm waiting for the elevator, a couple of workers arrive with a gurney, when the elevator arrives, we get in. One of the workers puts his "magic key" in the key hole in the elevator and we start to go up. Then he says "sorry we're going all the way up to the 9th floor then we're keeping the elevator" I put two and two together and realized that they are headed for the heliport on top of the hospital. There is a trauma coming in.

When we got to the 9th floor, I got out of that elevator and headed around the corner to another one. I got in along with a guy with a wheelchair, a guy with a linen bin and a couple transport nurses with roller carts. We make our trek back down, of course stopping at every floor (keep in mind I'm starting on the 9th floor) since the other elevator is "occupied" everyone is trying to use this one, except no one else will fit. Finally, we get back to the lobby level floor. I pick up the platelets and take the children's hospital elevator back up to the 4th floor. When my co-workers said they were wondering what took so long. I said I was "hijacked by an elevator" We all agreed it was worth it. We needed that little laugh to finish off our shift.

Full circle

Never have laundry and gardening been so closely intwined. We have been working on our backyard everyday for the last 2-3 weeks. This weekend was no exception, we were out there all day yesterday and again today. This morning I asked Nathan where the clippers were so I could trim some of the calla lilies. He wasn't sure. We searched the garage, even searched the house. Nathan was stumped. I gave up. After a hard day outside, I realized Nathan was almost out of jeans for the week, so I put a load in the washer. A few minutes later, I heard a clang, clang that didn't sound good. I went to investigate. What did I find in the washer? ... The clippers.

I wonder who left those in their pants pocket? You know how I know it wasn't me? I didn't have a single pair of jeans in that load :-)

House Update

It's been awhile since I've shown a picutre of the house lately. We finally got the stone put on the wall and columns. They still need to finish the rest of the columns, and go around the garage door. The front yard is finally in the final stages. This weekend we have some friends coming over to help us clean up the back yard so we can at least start getting grass to grow back there. Anything is better than dirt at this point. Notice the large dark cloud in the picture. That cloud passes us by as usual:-)