27 March 2012

Tuesday Chaos

Gillon St., Charleston, S.C.
Gillon St. is one of the charming cobblestone streets down near the water front. The story is that ships used the heavy stones as ballast for weight and then dumped them on the streets of Charleston.

I have lived two or three lives today and am glad to be home.

My day began with a neighbor pounding on my door calling for help for a roommate she thought was dying. He didn't, although he is in serious condition. I helped her deal with rescue workers, got to work, met with the son of a dear former volunteer who had passed away and then attended her funeral. She was fittingly buried in her hospital volunteer uniform. I topped off the evening by serving as photographer for the hospital's employee service awards at the Convention Center. Home feels very sweet.


9 comments:

brattcat said...

what a physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausting day and yet you seem to have moved through it with grace. i bet your bed felt good after all of that.

Rick said...

You are a hell of a woman, Joan. I'm proud to know you.

Chattahoochee Valley Daily said...

but you made it.

Charlestonjoan said...

Thanks brattcat. It did!

Charlestonjoan said...

Back at ya, Rick.

Charlestonjoan said...

bfarr - we do don't we? :)

Jess said...

Seriously, what Rick said, a good friend and neighbor and photographer :)

Jack said...

That is a very tough day. Or week. You earned a glass of wine and a long, warm bath.

Susan Moorhead said...

What a rough day. Sounds like it was a cup of tea, feet up on the ottomon kind of evening to recover.