What the hell makes me so tired?
Being me, I guess.
I took that walk. I went to town. I bought some shoes. Lily says they're too cute to garden in but they were the right price and I'd never wear them anywhere else anyway. They're pink. Pink as Pepto Bismal. Pink as an Easter egg dyed to match bubble gum. I went to Goodwill. I bought two cashmere sweaters. Ten bucks well spent. Sure, winter is almost over but I'm playing the odds that I'll still be alive next winter too. I'll have completely forgotten I have them by then.
God, I need to get rid of some clothes.
I went to the library where I got really pissed off because they've instituted a new parking system and instead of free parking for one hour, it's only free parking for half an hour. Fuck that! And then it's a dollar! Who can get in and out of the library in half an hour? I can't pick out my audio books in half an hour, much less those AND my real books.
I am bitchy today. I know it.
I took myself to lunch. I had a salad bar. It was fine. I ate a lot of beans on it. Garbanzos and edamame, mostly. I'm cooking black-eyed peas for dinner. Fiber, man. Fiber's where it's at.
I went to the grocery store. Can't pass the grocery store without stopping in. I was so happy to see Lily working. Here's one of the things that makes me happiest in this world: when Lily is working and can take my groceries out to the car for me. I never let anyone help me out with my groceries although at Publix, they ALWAYS ask. But Lily taking me out- that's different. We can chat for a few seconds. And hug.
I came home and did laundry and put groceries away and picked greens from the garden and washed them and washed them and cut them up with tomatoes and onions and now they're cooking as are the black-eyed peas.
It's going to be an odd meal.
I'm tired. Not exhausted. That's a different level. It's good to be tired though because it means, hopefully, that I'll sleep better. Not that I usually have any problem sleeping. One of the blessings of my life. One of the many and one I never take for granted.
Here are some more things I don't take for granted (in no particular order):
Running water. Hot and cold.
The most comfortable bed in the world.
The library even if the parking is a rip-off now.
My hens' eggs which are objects of beauty, the perfect shape in a world of perfect shapes, and yet, they are food, too.
My kids and the fact that they love me.
My grandkids and the fact that they seem to love me.
Being able to get out there and walk, still.
My husband. More and more, every day of my life.
I could go on for days.
Oh wait. I do go on for days. Every day. Usually twice.
You. I don't take you for granted. Your comments here or your words on your own blogs. Not for one second do I take those for granted.
I'm going to go make up some crabby patties as Sponge Bob might say. God knows we don't want to miss Jeopardy.
I take Jeopardy for granted but so what?
Yours truly...Ms. Moon