On this Sunday evening, I am thinking about going back to work tomorrow. Then I find myself laughing hysterically because I realized that I NEED to go back to "work" to get away from the WORK I have been doing since Spring Break started! Really and truly, I think I am too old to do anymore moving. I hope to be in this house when my grandchildrens' grandchildren are born. Seriously, I can't cope with another week like this one has been. From dawn till early hours of the next mornings, I have been unpacking, cleaning, unpacking, cleaning and then today I got a wild hair and felt the need to clean out flower beds! Ugh. Who does that to themselves? I know...I am a glutton for self punishment. I think it needs to be done right now and not a moment later. I don't know how my family lives with me.
Of course, before my lower back started aching today - the weed pulling and planting flowers was therapeutic. It was nice to have the house to myself (Jeff was playing golf, and Comanche was at work). When Jeff got home, I went to get my nails done and then grabbed something to eat. Again, very nice and quiet. My mind music needed a much deserved break.
I did manage to go to church this morning and was doubly blessed. The message was good (about what to do with the freedom of salvation), but there was an additional bonus in it for me. I didn't have to sit by myself, (again..Jeff was playing golf and Comanche was working) because a friend showed up to sit with me and ponder all of life's little meanings. Thanks, friend!
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