Since retiring week-ends and Mondays and Fridays all run together. Every day has the potential of a week-end or a work day. It is a Monday today and I feel Monday.
Oops! It is Tuesday. Monday went so fast it caught up with Tuesday. Weird thing about my life these days! I was back at the emergency room again tonight but with another family member. It is a little after 3 a.m. I have been home about 15 minutes. Later in the morning I will drive almost the exact distance going in the opposite direction to take clothes and such to my husband who is now in a rehab/nursing home. The drive is two lane most of the way and will take me far "down east", as we say in these parts. The drive is beautiful and long in minutes simply because it is two lane and the population in that area has grown over the years. Well, it has grown most of the way. I will be going to one of the jumping off points...meaning if I kept going I would need the means to cross the "pond" to the other side of the world cause our land done run out!
The cats are scrapping, the litter needs cleaning, bags need packing, sleep needs sleeping. "Honey, I'm home!" No answer. I experience a mixture of angst, relief, exhaustion and curiosity. With the past five weeks for comparison I have no idea what may transpire tomorrow. O.K. I agree that all of us could say the same with all confidence. I will rephrase. The opportunity for the day to develop along the lines of a Salvador Dali daydream are significant. Truth to tell, I am well suited for the journey. Personally I will be pleased when the wind changes direction. Or will I?
"Life is just a chair of bowlies" is a quote of Mary Engelbreit that I love. My chair is crammed full of bowlies.
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