Snow, then rain.
But I love rain. Always have, ever since I was a kid.
Unfortunately, rain this time of year, on top of all this snow, means flooding.
I don't wish that on anyone.
When I filled the bird feeders, I threw some on the ground for the mourning doves.
Today I worked on an order. I searched out some fabrics, then played with them at the loom.
Sydney was hard at work, holding down the rug while I tied fringe.
Gotta love that girl.
Here is the finished rug. I really like it, and I am hoping that the customer does, too.
Kizzy, the chief inspector, spent some time checking it out.
Yup, he likes it.
Remember I told you last night I was going in the hot tub? Well, I did, about 10:30, planning to go to bed when I got out.
I was sitting back in the steaming hot water, letting the jets beat on my back, eyes closed. It was dark, except for the street light reflecting off the snow, when I thought I saw someone's shadow through the atrium door. Just as I realized it was my mother, she opened the door, stuck her head out, and yelled,
"I thought you would want to know that my stove just went out again."
Yes, oh yes, I want to know. And I want to know right this minute, while I am out in the hot tub, trying to relax. Yes, I want to know.
Is this where I say Whiskey Tango Foxtrot??? :)
I realized that this is how my daughter feels, as a single mother of two, trying to do it all, trying to be everything to everybody. There is hardly any place where you can go. You are on duty, all the time.
I get it.
I also realize that my mother is old, and that I am lucky to have her here still. The fact is though, that she is childlike and demanding. She is high maintenance, and sometimes she wears me right out.
I tell myself to take a deep breath, let it go, relax. I try, every day.
The hardest part is that some days I try to remember what my mother used to be like, before she got like this. And I can't get a clear picture. I only can see her the way she is now, more my child than my mother.
When, I wonder, did this happen?