I've Been Thinking.

I do that alot because I like  to be alone, even with mom, who sleeps most of the time anyway. Tonight, while I was ironing my sheets, my mind wanders to my home. And what is going to happen in a week a  month a year. And I cry. When Todd and I moved here I was in love the day we stepped foot in the door. He had so many plans for the kitchen, for the floors, for .... us. That would be 4 years in February. Now I  worry ...

 

I wish I could be a writer. I have so many random thoughts that if I could lasso them into my head in a timely manner, and with some sort of order, I could do this! But I'm kind of a scatter brain and the older I get... I better stick to baking!

 

Tonight while I was  making my bed, I was thinking about this afternoon. My sister and I bought new bedding and things for my mom's bed and she was changing the bed while Bri and I were doing dishes. Then the 3 of us fixed my mattress. She said 'get the sheets, I'm on a roll' and I said that they were in the washer. She said "you only have ONE set of sheets"!! I don't . I have about 6, but in the beginning of summer, I went to the department store and bought myself a really good set of sheets. We I, sorry, had so many, but this one set is so comfortable and wonderful and EXPENSIVE. So, I've been washing and reusing these. Its almost time for the flannels, but I don't think I can handle the flannels just yet. So I am tucking a little away so that I can go to Macy's and buy another nice set. Walmart and Target have nice ones, but nothing compares to the feel of really good sheets.

Other things have been rolling around this old brain today. My brother for one. The pain he is in and he has decided to take himself off of pain pills. Today while he was over his withdrawals were obvious. He was sweating and shaking and ... its heartbreaking. He is strong enough to not go back, but this is a huge thing. Pray for him if you pray. I beg.
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I got an email with a picture of a baby min pin that had been severely abused.  Seems he was tied to a tree a month ago, and the parents moved. He was found wound so tightly around the tree and near death from no food and water. He is so precious, like my Bubby. I was asked if I wanted to foster or adopt him. I haven't responded yet. My baby is THE baby, and Grace is not very tolerant of ANYONE or ANYTHING. I guess that's my answer.

Well, I think I am going to head out for awhile. Have a great night.