It is Friday before Memorial Day. A 3-day weekend looming. My heart should be singing and happy but it is not. I just seem to have lost a lot of my zest for life. I cant put my finger on one certain thing, but I think it is a combination of things.
I
don't like getting old and not having the energy I used to have to do things. I am finding it harder to be a
parent to adult children then it was to be a mom when they were little and living under my roof and rules. Not that my kids are bad or in any trouble, they are not. They are great wonderful Christian adults raising
their kids that way. I love spending time with them and they are very good to me. What more can a mom want? I just worry about them
a lot in this day of raging inflation and a world that seems to have gone in the crapper. And, even though Jim and I have been married for 4 years now, there are still those adjustments that I am dealing with. So I guess it is a combo of all of that, that is making me feel very melancholy today. BUT,,, tomorrow it is Saturday and we are having a BBQ with Eric's family and I know that will be a good time and my spirits will feel lighter.
This global warming has to stop. My plants will freeze if it
doesn't,,,,,,, Get the satire there???
Last night Jim and I planted the front flowers. Well Jim was on his knees planting and I was handing him the plants (another thing that gets me down, cant be on my knees anymore after the knee replacement, but I
wouldn't take it back. I love not having pain in that knee) and then I watered them. This weekend the rest of the plants go in and if they
don't grow because it is too cold they just wont grow and if there is frost and they die,, I am not replanting.
I heard that the corn crop is at a threat because of the cold. Can you imagine what that is going to do to food prices? I guess I am in worry mode today!! For me, I think I could go without food for a month, and then I just might start to look like a normal person!!!
I cut the tip of my finger yesterday and wow, that sure does like to stay sore. Never thought it would be do tender there. But it calls attention to itself
a lot.
Well I have gone on and on and probably no one will read it, at least they
don't let me know they have, but it is
therapy in a way.
S