Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
This was just kind of a blah day.
Jackie was not having a great day, so I pretty much stuck around the house. Somedays are good, somedays are bad, some days are just a question mark. So be it.
I did not go to Rockford to visit my brother. I should have, but I didn't. I will go tomorrow.
And we did not work with Beth like we were supposed to.
To be honest, I was just mentally and physically tired. A nap did not even help.
I don't have a lot of memories about growing up. Carl was the memory person. He could tell me about family stuff I never knew.
Like, I was actually the fourth child. My mom lost her first, but I don't know anything more than that. And Carl was the one who told me, long after my mom died. I guess I did not know that until I was in my 60s. That's strange, isn't it?
I do know we were not huggers. And thinking about it, I am not much of a hugger even today, but I am getting better.
So many things left unsaid in our lives. And too little time to correct that.
Peace and Love
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