Well, hello there, people!
I have been dealing with some stuff lately. Not feeling well. Logy. Et cetera. Many a night, I would go to bed very early. An example was Friday night, when I turned in early, but was up early, too. I was on call for work and had to hang around the phone all day. At the same time I was cleaning out the car so Patricia could take old bills and things to the Halifax Shopping Centre where they had a free shredder you could throw such things into. We got rid of two boxes' worth. Lastly, I had to get up early yesterday because I was getting one of those smart water meters installed in the house. I had three reasons to get up early yesterday.
We both turned in early last night.
Today we just lazed around the house. Patricia watched the first episodes of "Genius", about Pablo Picasso. I napped. Cooked salmon on the barbecue. Watched some tv. And decided I should write a blog post to say hello.
I am going to do my best to get this blog back on a regular schedule. I know all 4.7 of you like to know what is going on in my world. Most of the time, the answer is, not very much, as you well know by reading this crap.
Today is Mother's Day. It made me think of my mother, who died in January of 2015. I think of her a lot, maybe too much. She checked out very suddenly as the result of a form of influenza that swept through her nursing home, killing the woman in the very next room to hers, actually. I think of Mom, and I feel sad; but I think of the disrespect accorded to her by people who should have been close to her, and I become angry, so I try not to think about that too much.
My friend A.J. Thomas exhorted the parishioners at the church he runs, and his followers on Twitter, not to assume that Mother's Day is a happy day for everyone. Bless his little heart, because it no longer is for me. I am happy for those who have mothers, and those who are mothers; but we didn't want to go anywhere today because of the palpable reminders of what I have lost in recent years, and what effects they would have on my mental outlook. I will probably feel the same way next month when Father's Day rolls around. There is too much sadness about these two days for me to enjoy them, even appreciate them, on any real level. Whether this is a function of my advancing years, or signs of a funk I may be in, I am not sure.
Tomorrow morning beckons. Another work week awaits me. I think I will go and take on the day.
See you tomorrow.