May 19th, 2003

ian

That seemed to work

Sunday was fairly quiet. We had our usual Sunday service, but we didn't stay for lunch. Instead, we headed for home where we did some bits and pieces. Matthew practiced his speech about what makes a good leader. He'll be giving it today before an audience of around 900. Chess, the game, featured large in the weekend too. Before long, it was time to bid the day farewell. Monday was fine, until my phone rang as I was walking through Wellington Station on my way to work.
ian

Monday morning

My friend from work, John, who used to join us at Chicago on Fridays had been scheduled for a triple bypass on Tuesday, but he phoned me last Tuesday to say he had been bumped to Thursday. but there was no bed for him in intensive care, so they sent him home. On Saturday, his partner came home after a day taking exams to find him dead in the kitchen. That's who the phone call was from. By the time I got to work, almost everyone had already heard from someone else Linda had called. John was 43.
ian

Monday continued

I expect a lot of us will be going to Raumati on Thursday. I don't think anyone who works in the public health service will be welcome. The rest of our day was, as I'm sure you can imagine, pretty sombre. In the evening, Viv had her toast masters agm. I filled in the forms I needed to complete for my club while she was out and then phoned my mum. It was good to chat and catch up with her. Dad would have been 90 on Thursday. That's all I can say about it, really. Today is another day.