Another week in the bin. Cinnamon got her annual checkup and shots. The vet says she doesn’t look 13 years old. I’d agree, nor does she act it. I still call her “puppy”.
Things keep piling up at the office. The old saying holds true: The hurrier I go the behinder I get. So, I tried to quit hurrying. I’m still just as far behind, but the world hasn’t ended.
I’ve been asked to do a website. Could this could be a new path? It’s certainly more fun than writing legal pleadings.
Typical Kansas weather. Last weekend it was exactly like December in San Francisco. Yesterday it was exactly like June in Aspen. Today was just a terrific Kansas spring day. Becky went to Kansas City to visit her sister, Judy. I hung around the house and mostly killed the day at the computer. Tomorrow: MOW!
Well, the Father (that’s me) didn’t do much to make it a memorable Mother’s Day for Becky. As anticipated, I mowed the back yard. And I did a few little things during the day. But the day-maker was the beautiful bouquet of flowers that came by delivery – a surprise from Stephen and Kimberly. It made her day! Excellent, kids!
Instead of fixing the handle again, I bought a new self-propelled lawn mower from Sears and gave it a spin this morning. Pretty neat. Haven’t had a self-propelled mower since the family left Hazelwood back in 1968. Mowing the front yard was a real treat, and I started for the back but suddenly realized I’d overheated myself although it was only in the 70’s and the mower did most of the work. Got light headed and decided I better quit. Went inside, cooled off, and slept the rest of the day. Kind of disappointing. Not sure what that was all about. Medications, I hope. Got a pizza from Little Caesar’s for supper, and spent the evening with TV and computer and bills. Also disappointing. So, maybe I’ll spend part of Mother’s Day mowing the back yard. Ugh, more disappointing! 😕
Sent Jeffrey an email about Christmas, past and future. Hard to tell how the Chappells Christmas might shape up this year. It may be time to let go of some notions that, once upon a time, I took for granted. Time marches on. Things change.