I’ve been sitting here, mindlessly at my WordPress board of white paper, coffee cup in hand. Two glasses of water, one for the cat, as she tends to steal my water cup every morning now (I switched it twice the other day and she managed to commandeer both).
Ralph Waldo Emerson said, let the birds sing and do not interpret what they say. Leave it to the morning, basically, I think. I love that first chirp of morning though. It’s the American Robin that I always hear first, the early bird! And, every morning this is the first song of the day.
My mom called. Her back hurts. “Mom, you are 90. You just have to shift. It’s a new mattress.” (Note: it was a new mattress a year ago that did not work. Finally took her at her word and changed mattresses and now, two months later, this new one doesn’t work either…). My back hurts too. It hurts when I wake up, it hurts when I go to bed. You just have to keep moving. Stretches. Mom can’t do them. She is 90. She can’t see good, it’s an age thing, we “suspect.” It’s not a mattress thing. She’s a brave soul. Just got an injection to try to keep her good eye good. All went smoothly, we are beginning Day 1. If all goes well (hold breath), it will happen again in six weeks. Keep going. Keep going.
A new day. Let’s explore (called finish planting the garden…)
It's All About the Journey 