Am I ever going to feel like I am
not behind the 8 ball? I really don't think so. Not for the next 10 years or so anyway.
However... It's all good because I have an incredibly flexible and understanding family unit here. Each of them: Sag, Gem and Cap, have that inner voice that says when push comes to shove, what needs to happen will happen. And that it doesn't need to happen in a particular way in order for it to be
right, in the end.
Though I didn't want to venture out into the rain this afternoon, I was spurred on by needing new knitting needles in order to knit
Audrey's hat. This is a hat I promised her for her birthday last year. Her birthday is coming up again, in December. Barbra (Audrey's beloved) is arriving tomorrow for a visit and will be here till Friday. So, I'd like to get this hat done in time for B to bring back home.
Gem and I went out and it turned out to be lovely. The yarn shop, the toy store, the Halloween store, and the Greek place. Needles, gifts for Anna and Lukas, a fedora and whip set for Sag, a Batman costume for Gem, and a gyros sandwich and grape leaves for me. Much of our meandering was on foot which is always nice.
The needles I came home with are somehow the wrong size, the fedora and whip set were a completely unexpected find (and exactly what he has been wishing for for weeks), the Batman costume was an inspired find when the scythe turned out to be utterly disappointing, and the Greek food? We happened to walk by the new place, where I hadn't been since they moved, and I just had to have some.
Our plans for today have been turned on their head due to Sag's fever...Elizabeth's party, and a
concert up at MSU. Tomorrow, Sag will miss Anna's birthday celebration. But, we forge on. Things change. Go with the flow.
The piles of things to put away, things to take a look at, things to find a place for, the piles, the piles... The tasks that rotate and revolve and keep coming back around every day, week, month... These comprise one mother of an 8 ball.
Gotta keep on truckin'...