Maybe it's Alzheimers... cause I'm readin' a book about a lady that has it and she's startin' to sound a little like me. joking.... a little... But then again... how can I not understand I am just one? I just got done cookin' a whole grill full of wings. And ate one. That is so seriously sad - to have a whole platter of wings and no one willin' to come and get 'em.
oh well. And yesterday I thought it was Sunday, but I was SO glad to find out it wasn't.. and I've been tryin' hard to enjoy the day... The whole day since I've been up since 3 am. I don't know why that is, but most days lately, that's my wake up time.
And tomorrow's Monday and I do not want to think about that.
So I'm goin' back out to the shed now. I've been workin' hard out there cleanin' stuff up in between cocktails and I don't really care what time it was when I started. And bought a new glass cutter. I'm prayin' some project or other will catch my attention... I need something to focus on that doesn't take much attention.. know what I mean? It's been a wild week and Friday I got some more news.. I'm gonna be a gramma. Kind of. My adopted son - child of my heart - the one who I loved before I knew him, took him to my heart and never looked back... the same one who ran away to Chile when he was 18 to be with a girl, while I was still healing from my bad surgery, and shortly thereafter stopped calling me mom (kill me now.. and again and again.. because that one little thing did it - that was huge - and we haven't much talked for a couple years. He says now he doesn't remember much about it and maybe the "mom" feeling towards me will come back.) Now he's back in contact... to tell me he's getting married, and the baby is due in January. In Santiago, Chile.
He doesn't yet want to call me mom again, but he wants my help naming his son...