Two days ago a flower bloomed in my little bed off of the kitchen and I had no idea what it was nor any memory of planting it. It had to have been planted a while ago because it's come up through the border grass which widens itself every year. Kathleen came by yesterday with a box of fun stuff for the kids and while she was here, I asked her what it was.
"That's a walking iris," she said. "I have one blooming too." She claimed she didn't remember planting hers either but I think she was just trying to make me feel better.
I'm feeling flat-out old today. My aches which have diminished since I lost some weight are back in full and once again, I am suffering from The Little Mermaid On Land Walking Disorder in that every step I take is painful. I am the opposite of the cat who, when she walks, glides so silently that I am constantly surprised to find her in places that she wasn't just seconds before. I think she may have an invisibility cloak as well. I, on the other hand, plod noisily and can probably be heard from outer space as I move from porch to kitchen to hen house.
Oh well. I need to get moving despite the aches. Lots to do today and there's a gathering at the funeral home for MawMaw tonight and then the service and burial tomorrow.
I feel almost paralyzed with all of it but one step at a time and here we go. At least I am not anxious. The Celexa is helping so much and if I have to be on this drug for the rest of my life to avoid the terror that I was living in just a few months ago, I will do it. Gladly and thankfully.
Let us plod on.
Happy Friday, y'all.
(Do you know why there are so many pictures on the internet of cats? Because cats pose. They love to have their pictures taken, unlike children and chickens who dart and blur. Cats are like supermodels. They preen and wait to hear the click, then move into their next pose. They know their good sides and they offer them to the camera. This is just a theory. But I'm pretty sure I'm correct.)