Melancholy Sunday

When I was a child I never thought of Sunday as the first day of the week, rather it was the last day of the weekend, which meant that the next day was Monday and that meant school. I didn't pay much attention to the layout of a calendar either. So when I got older a diet was always started on a Monday and then one day it just dawned on me, if I started my diet on a Monday well then I have already messed up my diet because I should have started it on Sunday......are ya following me here, this crazy train of thought......then it occurred to me that it really didn't matter about starting a diet on any particular day of the week, just so you started.......

Then comes Ground Hog Day......can you remember how you thought about that furry animal coming out and seeing or not seeing his shadow.......I mean it never occurred to me as a child that it was 6 weeks of winter regardless of shadow or not......in fact I was beginning to think I was slow-witted because one day it just dawned on me about that silly ground hog, lol   

 I look back on those simple thoughts and remember the innocence of childhood and how the minutes, hours, days and weeks would crawl.......and how somewhere along the line of being an adult my life's gears were switched into fast forward and now on speed dial. I believe it happened some time when my daughters were in college, I don't know, I was so busy then just wanting them to grow up to be responsible adults, and be on their own.........then came the empty nest........I miss the meals around the table, the endless piles of laundry, the places to go and be, the things needing done, the homework, the quarrels and "MOM!", "MOM!", "MOM!" It all happened, but now it seems like a dream........

My little munchkins......Meghan & Rachael.

Life settled down, and there was actually time to think.....sometimes there is too much time to think. I handle a lot of things by just staying busy. After all, the house doesn't clean itself now does it?, and the dishes don't just leap into the sink and jump out all clean and into the cupboard, the trash doesn't walk itself out into the garbage bin and the laundry, well don't even get me started on that.......I think back to when life seemed so simple and less complicated......yes, tomorrow is Monday. It is about fabric, the fabric that makes up my life, be it good or bad. It isn't the start of a new diet but maybe the start of finding answers to medical problems. My husband has not been feeling well since a couple of days before Christmas. It has taken about 3 weeks to be able to see the specialist. Tomorrow is that day. We are both relieved to be able to go and finally get answers, but fear what the answers might be. Needless to say, I have spent a lot of time praying and just staying busy. Now all the household chores are a blessing, keeping my hands busy and my mind occupied with responsibility. I started to blog in December and have found it to be one of the most pleasurable outlets. So many wonderful people still inhabit this earth and I have found you, some of you have even found me, and for that I thank you. It means a lot to me especially right now. Not every day is filled with laughter, but the ones that aren't can be less troublesome. God Bless you all......please say a little prayer for my man.

Roger, my husband...a son, brother, father, friend, and Vietnam Army Vet.