Lord. Well. It's not quite as cold today and thank-you, baby Jebus. All of the chickens and ducks are somewhere in the yard including Mick/Brenda. And for those of you who missed it- yes, Miss Dovie returned. She was gone for 48 hours and then mysteriously reappeared. I have no idea where she was. And I have no idea where she roosts but when I go out in the morning to feed the chickens, she's right there beside the coop.
So. I should be packing for the weekend but no, not yet. I only have about two things that fit me which are not overalls so how hard is it going to be? How did I suddenly get so fat? I do not know. Well, yes I do. Still, it's shocking. Speaking of which I am not yet packing because I am, as I mentioned last night, going to town this morning to meet up with different contingencies of my children to go first to Costco and then lunch. Grandsons involved as well. Then I will come home and pack the two garments which fit me.
We'll be going to see an old friend of ours, Spencer Bohren, playing music on Saturday night. We met him and his wife about twenty-five years ago when they traveled the country in their Airstream trailer with their then three kids. I also had three kids and our kids all hit it off and they always parked their Airstream in our yard when Spencer had gigs in Tallahassee. When the Bohrens arrived, my kids were allowed to take the day off of school because it was far more educational and fun and important for them to get to play with the Bohren kids than it was for them to go to school. And Marilyn, Spencer's wife, had been a midwife and I was working at the Birth Center in those days and so we all bonded and it was a lovely time and then she got pregnant with her fourth and then I got pregnant with my fourth and well, there you go.
But we haven't seen them in forever and we'll see them this weekend.
My ex is also playing in Apalachicola this weekend and we may get to pop in and see him as well.
This is my life- days and weeks of not leaving Lloyd and then something shifts in the universe and all of a sudden I'm forced out of my yard and the games begin.
I'm exhausted and slightly nauseous and not a little anxious just thinking about it but Elizabeth sent me a link that may have changed my life.
I need to stop giving as many fucks about bullshit as I do and concentrate on giving fucks about the shit that matters.
With that in mind, I will now get ready to go to town. Being with my kids is worth giving a fuck about. Being with my husband and having fun is definitely worth giving a fuck about. Enjoying this life I have been given and have somehow and mysteriously stumbled upon is WAY worth giving a fuck about.
What I'm going to wear isn't really worth giving a fuck about.
So. What are you giving a fuck about today? And what is NOT worth giving a fuck about?
Tell me true.