before you read this unusual work of creative writing, you should know that I woke up feeling like myself again. That is … rested and cheerful. It’s 7:05 and I have fed the fourteen boarding dogs and am back in the house drinking coffee. All is well. 😉💕
It’s nearly midnight on Saturday of Labor Day long weekend. It was a wonderful day during which I enjoyed several hours with Kim and Shelly.
We also had dinner together here, with Gary of course, and Adrien too. I made moussaka, accompanied by rice and bread and plenty of vegetables from our garden. We had peach pie and ice cream. The dinner was not too shabby and the company, stellar.
Do you ever have a day where you feel that you’ve put your foot in your mouth a lot? For me, this day was like that. The more I fretted the worse I felt. In my mind, I kept revisiting conversations and critiquing every word. Did I hurt my daughters’ feelings? Did I remember what was said accurately?
I hope tomorrow won’t be coloured with brain fog and self doubt. I love being with our children and their spouses and my husband, friends old and new, and most customers. I also adore almost all of the dogs who stay here and don’t feel I’m measuring every word when I speak to them. If I make a faux pas, I’m sure it’s soon forgotten. Maybe I shouldn’t be so hard on myself.
There are moments that I’m feeling “hit” by the loss of Cinder, and muse that it might be affecting me more than I admit.
Tonight I am feeling sad, old, and unnerved. I hope I don’t have early onset dementia. Oh wait … it’s not that early. I have the ever-present numbness in my left cheek, mouth and left hand which should simply remind me to watch my diet and exercise more … and enjoy life to the fullest. Then quit worrying about little things.
So tomorrow is another day.
I love you for reading my blog. I worry that I’ve said too much.
Here is a photo of Shelly’s goat, Flint, apparently hamming for the camera. Thanks to Adrien for sharing it with me.