Tuesday, June 26, 2012

It's Tuesday.

Plain and simple.
The view from my garage door down the driveway to the road. Must be standing behind the car, lol.

  Yes, gentle readers, it's Tuesday. And I am in here stalling. I should be out mowing and finishing that up. But I'm not in the mood just yet.  I've just finished some breakfast and the critters are all fed and watered and loved up.  And I'm still sitting here, telling myself that as soon as I finish this coffee, THEN I'll go. My stomach is a tad upset, and I thought it was from coffee and not eating, so I ate. Still not right, but I'm sure that once I get off my derriere and move, it will be better.  Right???

  I'm all achy and limpy from the mowing I did yesterday.  It's par for the course.  If I wasn't willing to get all achy and limpy, I wouldn't be doing anything at all ever. And I'm just not going to roll over and play dead because things make me hurt. It's a fact of my life. My body is busted up and I'm old and stuff hurts and so what?  In a minute, I'll take some good old fashioned aspirin and be on my way. It's just the way it is. And I'm a real stubborn ass sometimes and that's just the way I roll. They told me I might never walk again.  Bet me. Guess I showed them.  lol

  I was looking at this picture this morning and thinking about the long road home. About how my life has been so exciting sometimes and so common at other times, and about how that's probably how lives are, for the most part. Sometimes it feels like I have lived many different lives all rolled up into one existence, and I wonder if anybody else ever feels like that.  Some parts of my life seem almost surreal to me now, as I wander off into old age, almost like they happened to somebody else.  Thinking about the journey, the cracks and crevices, the mountaintops and the blessings.  Interesting thoughts on a cool-ish Tuesday morning, and not sure where they're coming from.

 The Irishman is leaving on Friday morning for the family reunion in Wisconsin. He'll be gone for 4 days.  It'll be a nice break for both of us.  :)  I just got a call reminding me that I am a featured speaker tonight in Alton. Bloody hell--I had forgotten all about it.  (oops). Guess I'd really better get busy now...lol

  OK--yard work--here I come. Hope everyone has a good Tuesday....



Rita said...

My life is like that, too. Looking back, some of it feels like it almost happened to somebody else...but, sadly, it didn't--LOL! It's almost like I took chapters from completely different books and crammed them all together into this life book of mine. Sometimes there seems to be no connection between chapters...but there is...the underlying thread of me.

I don't regret anything. Not even the horrific or traumatic chapters. :)

I do wish, though, that I could still just physically push on in sheer Swedish stubbornness like I had done for so many years...like you are doing. Give 'em hell, Annie!! Give 'em hell!!

Beth said...

That is the way of life Annie. Some days are diamonds and some days are stones. I hope you are feeling better now.

Mariodacatsmom said...

Beth said it already - that's life, full of ups and downs. It is what shapes you as a person, and you are probably a better person because of what you have been through.

DJan said...

Your life on the farm is always interesting to me, and your meditations on life and what it's all about are also very interesting to me. Even when I'm in a hurry, I make time for YOU. Your take on life always gives me a boost. :-)