October Optimism - Week 4
Morning everybody,
Home from Chicago last night at 11 PM, after spending hours at Ikea, and driving through some horrific thunderstorms. It is warm and balmy in Indiana this morning. Felt like I was coming home last night. Chicago was fun but always feels a little hectic. So many people everywhere you go.
Rusty, are you back in the midwest? Isn't soCal fun? I'm always amazed that people live and work there. It feels like they're on a permanent vacation.
Pay, ditto all the praise about your meal. I love to cook and my son loves to eat. I've got spaghetti squash, big ripe tomatoes, purple bell peppers and onions sitting on the kitchen counter. Sounds like a wonderful meal in the making. And on melatonin. It gives me a hangover, similar to what I get with benadryl.
Star, my condolences. By all means see your doctor. There are things you can take that will help. And about feeling too exhausted to exercise, for me that's when exercise helps the most. It energies me when I'm feeling draggy. Home your day gets better.
Dill, I understand what you are saying about treading softly when counseling your child about drinking. And about how murky those half truths can be. My youngest son is the one I worry about. When I first talked to him about his drinking (as opposed to mine) I was blunt, honest, took a risk. Told him I thought he was in dangerous waters. Now we seem to have an open forum about al. Of course now that I write that I think how well do I really know our kids.
Chill, welcome back. A rendezvous in Portugal? How about in the States? Those Euros have all the fun.
Lav, good luck with your chores. Mindless busy work is so therapeutic for me. Wish I had a chicken coop to clean.
Cyn, good luck with your house.
Pap, hugs to those doggies. My son and I discussed the acquisition of a kitten this morning. Can't stand to be without a pet!
I'm off to go walking. I am trying to be good to my foot. I am not in pain but know there is something wrong with my left foot. A twinge, an ache, a bruised soreness. DO NOT want it to get worse.
Morning everybody,
Home from Chicago last night at 11 PM, after spending hours at Ikea, and driving through some horrific thunderstorms. It is warm and balmy in Indiana this morning. Felt like I was coming home last night. Chicago was fun but always feels a little hectic. So many people everywhere you go.
Rusty, are you back in the midwest? Isn't soCal fun? I'm always amazed that people live and work there. It feels like they're on a permanent vacation.
Pay, ditto all the praise about your meal. I love to cook and my son loves to eat. I've got spaghetti squash, big ripe tomatoes, purple bell peppers and onions sitting on the kitchen counter. Sounds like a wonderful meal in the making. And on melatonin. It gives me a hangover, similar to what I get with benadryl.
Star, my condolences. By all means see your doctor. There are things you can take that will help. And about feeling too exhausted to exercise, for me that's when exercise helps the most. It energies me when I'm feeling draggy. Home your day gets better.
Dill, I understand what you are saying about treading softly when counseling your child about drinking. And about how murky those half truths can be. My youngest son is the one I worry about. When I first talked to him about his drinking (as opposed to mine) I was blunt, honest, took a risk. Told him I thought he was in dangerous waters. Now we seem to have an open forum about al. Of course now that I write that I think how well do I really know our kids.
Chill, welcome back. A rendezvous in Portugal? How about in the States? Those Euros have all the fun.
Lav, good luck with your chores. Mindless busy work is so therapeutic for me. Wish I had a chicken coop to clean.
Cyn, good luck with your house.
Pap, hugs to those doggies. My son and I discussed the acquisition of a kitten this morning. Can't stand to be without a pet!
I'm off to go walking. I am trying to be good to my foot. I am not in pain but know there is something wrong with my left foot. A twinge, an ache, a bruised soreness. DO NOT want it to get worse.
. I worked like a maniac on the house with Lord Bird Heart over the past three days and his project is now 90% finished. I have to head out this minute for work in a town around forty-five minutes from here which is a good thing as I can trade my dusty jeans for silk and tweed and a brain. I shall catch up and in the meantime lovely names will swirl around for November, I do like a theme of nurture, PA. Rusty you are such a loveable brat. Welcome home Chill. Miss you Shelley. Love, Ladybird.
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