Have been trying to find the time to make my tinctures this week, but haven't made it happen. There's something almost hypnotic about getting out my brandy and vinegar, the herbs in little bags, my jars and then setting everything out on the kitchen counter. All I lack is a magic wand. It really is magical. Or maybe it's mesmerizing. The scents of the mixtures and the total absorption of my attention. Rarely do I do things that are so enthralling that I lose myself, but this is one of those things.
Must make time to do it. Must.
I need something settling to focus my attention.
Our son's physical for the Guard is on Friday and he wants Gary and me to be there afterward for his swearing in. The last step before it's all finalized. He'll keep working for most of the time before his ship-out date of January 6th. He'll go to Oklahoma. Thankful for the holidays to enjoy before that happens.
Gosh. I'm such a pushover of a mother. Can we love them any more than we already do? Mercy.
