NOTICE: THIS IS NOT A HAPPY POST, SO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ, I UNDERSTAND!!! VENTING 101-----------
It is draining listening to the news around here and the country in general...killings, robbing, rape, homeless, abused children, and on and on. Every day it is something more. God has to be sitting in Heaven and shaking His head.
School will start here in about 2 weeks and things will be hopping - for the kids. I can't hop to anything any more. All I do is bump into things, bruise or break the skin, apply a band-aid and go on. Or I try to think of something or tell something, and totally lose my train of thought. It might come to me a few days later, but by then, it is too late.
I can't lift anything. My sciatica is beginning to act up, which means another epidural in the near future. I get tired just walking from one end of the house to the other and have to sit down for a few minutes before I can continue doing anything.
What we cook doesn't please either one of us. We can never think of anything we want to eat and have a huge garden out back. Most days we end up with me drinking hot chocolate and Jim eating ice cream. Some more diet huh?
We have become Jim's Mom and Dad. Same thing every day, same chair to sit in, same bed to sleep in, close the drapes before dark, lock the doors and just wait to go to bed. Sometimes we sleep, other times we don't. I can see so much of them in us and we are about the age they were when they left this old world.
My hint for today should be, wake up woman and get back to life, but instead it is this:
My cat picture for today: