I had a great Saturday and a terrible Sunday
Trying to understand this craziness, I came upon insight here:.
Tomorrow is 8 months a widow.
Today I could not control the mood swings..grrr
I slept too much.
I could not make little presents for my group.
I could not make Christmas cookies.
I counted the friends I have not heard from in 8 months,
instead of the ones that shore me up daily.
I ate even more cookies.
Then...tonight...Mother saved the day...
With her Christmas poem card....I found from 2004.
Thank you Mother....so timely....
Remember Mother, how I used to aggravate you??
From adolescence on...I loved to get your goat..just loved it.
And now, you are my wise old owl. xxoo
I miss you so.