My Pleasure

Good morning, A.

See, there is always more to write about, always room for things other than angst and anger, play-by-plays and proud moments, memories and itineraries. But sometimes, I think we get so wrapped up in the mundane and inane we forget about what makes us tick, what makes us smile and feel good --or if we do keep those passions alive, we seem to miss that they are worth writing about too.

In the short time since I started writing, the intended content of my entry has changed. I sat down to convey anger and frustration and can now write about joy. I was going write about how frustrated I am that on this absolutely top 10 day of summer I have to take my mother to a doctor appointment (snack dab in the middle of the day) because M promised to take her then made other plans for herself and decided I could take her just as well. But while I was on the phone with W (our standard morning check-in), M called to tell me that the doctor's office called to cancel my mother's appointment. Yay! There is a God, a God who believes there is value in sun therapy and summer reading, some merit in not having to look up capacious and preternatural when I come across them, who agrees that I look better with a tan, especially when I'm using words like erudite in conversation....

Today may be the day I devote to reading an entire book by the pool (although I did start it last night). Laundry and housekeeping can wait until nightfall. I'll write again then.

Have a great day! Barb