It's really coming down this morning, we are in for another rainy day. The good news is that it's not cold yet, we're supposed to be in the low 70's. I love me a rainy day and I've passed this gene along to my daughters. There's something extra cozy about the house when you can hear the pitter patter of raindrops. It can be a time to catch up on the things you've been putting off, I do that a lot these days. Didn't used to be like that at all, I tackled chores head on every.dang.day. I had a sense of urgency about my life that was hard to explain. Type A personality pretty well documents the characteristics but it was much more than that. It was the Hormone Bus. Hormones, they rule a woman's life for so many years. Pre-teen to mid-fifties we are driven by the Hormone Bus to Crazy Woman Town where we partake of a big serving of ups and downs...
The smallest problem can become the focus of an "End of the World" day. That's when a gloomy, rainy day can do some damage. It can creep into our hormonal bodies and take over our whole outlook on life.
I was talking to my mother in law yesterday about Thanksgiving. We'll be having Thanksgiving at our daughter's so that Grandpa can navigate the terrain better. It's not what I want, I like all my chicks under my wing on Granny Mountain. But it's for the best and my daughter is excited to have the celebration at her house. I should be glad that there's not so much to do, shouldn't I? But even though the Hormone Bus is no longer in my garage, he passes by my house on his route sometimes putting a damper on my day!
Our family has had some major changes in the last year. Once nursing home care is a part of the picture, things change in a big way. If I allow myself to think about who's not at the Thanksgiving table, I can get pretty depressed. I'm not going to do that though. I'm going to show up at my daughter's on Thanksgiving with Daddy's Dressing, Mom's hot rolls and Aunt Joy's Cranberry Salad and a smile on my face. Cause I'm driving the bus and it's going to be alright. There's going to be changes my whole life, who knows I may actually like being waited on!
My thanksgiving table over the years has been getting smaller and smaller. And now its down to my dad and my sister but we try and keep going on dont we. Richard
ReplyDeleteChanges are difficult but often neccessary...hope it all ends up wonderful.
ReplyDeleteChanges are difficult. I always like to have things at my house as well.
ReplyDeleteChanges.... Who's driving the bus? When is the bus going to come? Don't throw me under the bus! Life can bring some funny changes... it isn't bad being waited on - if they remember that you are there!
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Rain tends to make me feel a bit justified, since I'm a retired bus driver, myself. Now I'm just a backseat driver, that claims front passenger seat status. (joking, but not joking, if you know what I mean)
ReplyDeleteHoorah for the seasons of our lives! I say a big D I T T O to this post, you took the words right out of my mouth.
ReplyDeleteThanksgiving, sit back and enjoy every minute Joycee!
Sure hope to meet you someday...I'll bring muffins ♥
Love the pictures ~ rain or no rain ~ I'll bet it's really pretty in your area.. Hormones are something that can make you cry, make you laugh or just make you crazy.. I choose to be happy and like you I'm driving the bus~!
ReplyDeleteHave a great day ~ ta ta for now from Iowa:)
I'm just waiting to be invited by my children. They still want to come home for the holidays. Oh well, I'll stress, fuss and be exhausted.
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