Perspective

I’ve been down in the dumps lately. It seems the older I get, the harder it is to lift myself out. It got me to thinking about my dear, childhood friend Dierdre. I sometimes wish we could go back to those late nights drinking huge cups of coffee with tons of cream in them in the triangle house. We would then pass out, so tired, yup, after a huge cup of java. I wish she could come over but I have a cat. She is very allergic. I love my cat Oreo, he keeps me company when the house is quiet, he follows me around too like he wants to know what I’m doing and why, he’s interested. Then I got to thinking, he never goes outside! He isn’t one of those cats who dart when the door is the slightest bit open, he shys away, he has no desire to see what’s out there. I wondered why, then thought maybe because every time we come through the door, we’re overloaded with bags to put down, drop everything and sit, just sit, and sigh. When the weather is bad, we run in, shut the door quick, what’s out there? he must think, it must be bad, cause they are always shutting it out.

I know there is more, I’ve seen it, I just can’t seem to remember. It’s all around me, I just have to learn to see it again, find it, grab it, keep it. Pull it out when I need it, where is it again? There it is! Shayna texting me a picture of the baby in her belly! 🙂

Have a great night everyone.