It's not funny when Olive wants to go outside at 4:30am. But thankfully, she's well-trained enough to obey when I shoo her back to the living room. My goodness, the demands on my time are, just about, 24 hours a day. While I am glad that Olive is feeling better, the fact remains that I'd prefer to sleep solid for awhile. It's always something.Today some of the kids will go visit my mom and oldest daughter wants to go to Pier One to shop. She's going visiting this weekend and wants to take a hostess gift. Fun. Haven't been in that store in ages---well, not since they changed their way of decorating. It was looking too manly for me there for awhile, but a flier we got recently showed more girlie types of things. Used to (and this is a long ago 'used to'), they had neat gauze dresses and skirts with those tiny mirrors sewn into them---Indian-ware (wear), but not anymore. A shame is what I call it. I could get the neatest earrings there too. Oh well. Things continue to change, but apparently I'm not going along with it. :)
Trying to focus on putting my worries at ease for today. There's really nothing pressing, but I tend to have a grab and go attitude towards fretting. Whatever I can latch onto, I will---tense shoulders and all. My ability to take on more bothersome thinking borders on the extreme. Again, deep breaths. I'm such a mess. Well, not really. I do know what my problem is---a mother of eight does have issues with balance. Least this one does. Must go hold a Pug. Those Buddhist monks were in their right minds when (history tells us) they chose Pugs as their favored pets. Sweetness in a wrinkled face.
