In the Bleak Mid-Winter

Yesterday came and went without me saying anything special about the date… 18 January.

That date in the year 1989, my own dad died.
Middle Son Lucas was in Kindergarten.

That date in the year 1991, my husband’s dad died.
Youngest Son Christopher was in Kindergarten.

That date in this year 2011, Maria Shriver’s dad died.
Her family is no longer in the governor’s mansion of California.

Is it any wonder that I try to not call attention to a number on a calendar?

Anyway, today is a new day. Much as I hope to see it, I’m waiting for the best is yet to come, cuz this morning has been a downer. When I went out to fetch the paper from the front walk, I could tell you about cold and dreary.

Husband forgot his lunch, so I volunteered to carry it in for him. I gotta clear off the car of all the ice and snow for an errand, so another stop is okay, especially since University Street is open after all the construction.

SubFinder says No Jobs Available, so I decided this is a fine time to haul Oscar back to the critter clinic to see if the antibiotics are doing any good. He complains alot when I pick him up, he’s off his food. A kidney infection means drastic body problems for an old cat.

I’m supposed to be keeping track of what I eat to help with weight loss. My support group has been sending out messages of their own, but I have yet to get to work on mine. My main trouble is not moving enough.

Also, getting my mind to work. It seems I’ve lived in a fog for years, starting with dads dying, and oldest son leaving/ not speaking, and job loss. Sometimes I am not my own buddy, and a long gray winter day isn’t nice.

Well, anyway, I gotta get out of my robe and get ready for a day that is rapidly filling up with things to be taken care of. Keeping busy is my usual way to cope.

~~love and Huggs, Diane

About MrsDOF

A gal with a kind heart. Married to a nice guy. Empty Nest. Part-time flexible job in the public school system. Loves to work with yarn.
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