Got a text from my new 'secret' daughter-in-law this morning, asking me about a box of tea I'd given her and our son for Christmas. Had tucked some incense and mugs in the bag as well. She thanked me for all of it, and ended the conversation with 'And I hope we hear from each other more often.' Making headway in healing a relationship that started out on the wrong foot, and I'm kind of excited about it. Making progress. All of us. And she is pretty cool. We've just all got to learn to trust one another again.
Had a nice day. Ice finally melted, so the steps outside aren't suicidal. Took my time doing stuff, which means I'd do a task, then sit down for awhile. Seems necessary to my rest, and appears to be working. And turning off my head. I recommend it. Got Mom's groceries bought and delivered too. That was my limit. Home to get in bed for a bit afterwards, before starting dinner.
Funny thing...while the kids and I were at T*arget, getting things for Mom, there were several women shopping who were just running themselves ragged. You could tell they were trying to get finished so they could go on to the next thing. You could just tell. Hyper-energized. Wanted to pull them aside and tell them it's not worth it. It'll catch up with you one way or another.
Now I'm hooked into Spotify and listening to Dan Fogelberg. A favorite from way back. :) And, yes, I saw him in concert when I was in college...love the way he looked. Perfect. Still remember it. I'll point out men I used to (still) think were handsome, and my girls always say they have too much hair, etc. I think not. I mean, look at him. Wouldn't change a thing.
Listening to a CD released in 2009 after his death at 56 from prostate cancer way back in 2007. Hadn't ever listened to it before. It's called Love in Time, and the title cut is sweeeet.
Enough from me. Remember to take some time.
