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Date Posted: Tue, March 01 2022, 22:49:30
Author: Blooper Betsy,
Subject: QOTD for Wednesday, 3/2/22

Howdy-do, Lallypeepers!

Is this a disjointed week? I carefully had planned my agenda, making sure I paired up Big-energy stuff with Little Energy stuff, because I need a nap after what ever I'm doing to function. Now, it never really works, the nap thing, but I try.

This week, I had carefully organized every day, including a NAP each day. Proud proud proud!!! I'm showing a hint of perhaps a tiny bit of organization! I may actually complete something.

Oh, no. Every single carefully planned, carefully organized, even proudly awaiting their ever-so-predictable place within my highly organized week, all blew up. Now, when I was working and dealing with 4 different kids worth of agendas, my day would change by the hour. I was a champ at being flexable, of changing priorities on a dime. I kept everything in my head and nothing fell out! Everybody's days changed daily, and I blithely danced around as Super Mom. Well, my house was never a candidate for House Beautiful; there was always a couch that looked like Mt. Vesuvius had exploded. I don't remember when the pile went away. Years after everyone left. Everyone lived out of The Pile. The girls used to have armed battles over whose underpants were whose. It was a jolly time.

Now, if I can remember where I'm suppoed to show up, it's a good day.Hahahahahahaha. About those naps. They don't happen. David announces he's taking a nap, shuts his eyes, and snores. I lie down. Our Very Elderly Lab stands at my head, snout 1/2 inch from my face, and starts to whine. It takes 45 seconds after I line down. If I pretend I'm asleep (like my snoring DH,) he whines louder. He gets louder and louder until he sounds like a bloodhound who has treed a cougar. Out of bed. Find boots. Figure out where I hung my wet coat, scarf, and hat. They are still wet. Oh goodie. Out we go, to search for poop in the snow.

After dog #1 is taken care of, dog #2 decides she needs to go out, too, and then jumps onto the bed to snuggle, cat # 1 hops onto the bed and ensconces himself across the pillow, half wrapped around my head. Here comes cat#2. He adhereds to my side, face just under my chin. And licks my chin.

I have absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do, and my house is more cluttered, dusty, worse by a long shot than when the kids were all in school. I don't even remember what I was supposed to do tomorrow.

Don't tell my kids.

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Day #4 of Eyes closed and point.

The following quote is taken from 'Drums of Autumn,' by Diana Gabaldon, Chapter 17, "Home for the Holidays" Copyright © 1997, by Diana Gabaldon. All rights reserved.

"Did you ever want to know?" Her hand came up and brushed his away-- but she clung to his fingers, holding on.

He took a deep breath, finding comfotrt in the whiskey.

"Yeah. Yes I did. You need to, I think." His fingers tightened around hers, drawing her toward the table. "Come sit down; I'll tell you."

He knew what missing a father felt like, especially an unknown father. For a time, just after he'd started school, he'd pored obsessively over his father's medals, carried the little velvet case about in his pocket, boasted to his friends about his father's heroism.

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