. . . after the last few days . . .
. . . that I am far from being SuperWoman.
Or even SuperGirl . . .
I started to write a post lamenting my pathetic situation over the last couple weeks, but I can’t do it. Things could always be worse, and I’m extra thankful that they’re not. And . . .
I hate complaining. My grandmother never complained, and I try really hard to follow her lead.
Besides, all the stuff that has gone wrong has been equally matched by things that have gone right. Those are the things I’m choosing to remember and concentrate on.
For instance . . .
I finally found the right medication for my 14-year-old Lab that has eased her pain in her old age, and made her act more like her old self again. Even though she’s nearly completely deaf, she’s still my baby girl.
I talked to both of my daughters on the same day, and they’re getting together for some sisterly fun over the Labor Day weekend. They’re in LA, and they didn’t even feel the earthquake that hit today! They were too busy getting their hair did at a salon . . . go figure! Some things are just more important . . . earthquake — schmerthquake! Here’s a picture of them together in Chicago a few years back. Yep, sisterly love . . .
My Jimmy never complained once about not having his oil changed for at least 13,000 miles. I finally landed long enough to get that job taken care of (and promised to not make him wait so long in the future). And he also ran for about 250 miles with a nail in his tire and didn’t go flat on me until I could get somewhere safe. I love my Jimmy . . . all 262,000 miles of him. He does everything I ask him to without a single complaint — even pulling an Amish buggy.
I’ve made some progress on my kitchen remodel. My sister helped me pick out colors, then she even went and picked up the paint for me and delivered it right to my house. Not that I’ve done anything with it yet, but I sure hope to very soon. With paint names like Decadent Brownie, Blended Chutney, and To-Die-For Red, I’m anxious to banish all Cadaver Beige from my shack and have a clean new look!
My brother-in-law took me out for pizza one night. My cousin took me out for BBQ one night. And I kicked his butt playing pool, too!
I’m healthy, and I have a roof over my head. (Next I’m hoping for a ceiling — and some heat for the upcoming winter!)
And I’ve managed to squeeze in some quilting time, in spite of myself.
So even though I’ve been too busy to get everything done that I wanted to do, and I’m behind on a lot of things, and sometimes feel like I’m getting behinder every minute, and I haven’t had time to blog, or email, or clean the toilet, I’ve decided to not worry so much about it, and things will get done when they get done.
After all, I’m no SuperWoman.