Flowers grow out of dark moments.
~ Corita Kent
It’s finally lovely outside and all I want to do is nap. I have an upper respiratory infection and while I am getting better each day, I still don’t have much energy. My big outing today was to buy cough drops with the entire weekend being an effort to preserve my energy so that I can make it through an entire workweek.
My yard is a mess. The backyard grass needs to be cut and the flower beds need to be weeded but that will have to wait. Even if it’s a mess, flowers are blooming including the beautiful Bleeding Hearts. The azaleas and the rhododendrons are also looking quite lovely.
Next week I have my first cemetery tour of the season scheduled. I’m a bit hesitant because for starters I still don’t have a voice and I’m coughing a great deal.
More concerning is that the museum who organizes the tours abruptly dismissed the tour director who has also become a personal friend. I understand that downsizing and whatnot happens in the business world but the way that he explained his dismissal (taking his keys and walking him out of the building while being told that it wasn’t anything he did but…) leaves a very bad taste in my mouth.
Being a tour guide was supposed to be my fun gig… but this treatment of someone by a company who is supposed to be (as the director once stated) “in the people business” doesn’t sit well with me. That and the complete silence communicated about our boss being let go to the tour guides. Shouldn't a company at least send out a message stating there has been a change in leadership?!?
I’ll obviously continue to have a relationship with the cemetery. After all, my fella and I plan to spend our afterlife there. Perhaps I’ll just need to volunteer directly with the cemetery’s Friends organization. No big decisions have been made yet and I haven’t spoken out (literally… again, no voice) except to *reply all* to the email from our now former boss to the guides detailing what happened.