Today, I feel like a train wreck.
I didn’t do what I had planned and prepared to do on Saturday. Instead, I went with him to the woods. Twofold. Dust, pollen, jarring ride made for physical problems. Failure to achieve my Saturday goals made for mental stress. Stop watching the water already gone under the bridge.
Sunday was bittersweet. Yes. I had time with my family. But, the guest of honor was not able to join us due to her illness. We shed tears. But, we laughed as well. We scheduled another event.
Caught up in our own busy-ness, we let weeks turn to months and then to years. Let us put away regret and remorse. Let us stand hand in hand laughing and loving as we go. We have some tough bridges to cross together.
Today was just Monday. Too many demands on my mind and my time. The day started badly. It slowly improved. Now, I am simply tired. The evening is bridging my day into night.
Upon my arrival home, he had fresh coffee made. We had a bite of supper and I washed up the dishes. Then he sent me to get a bath. “You have orchiding to do.”
So here I am. Tapping away. Yawning. Trying to string together words that might make sense. Like boxcars on a track. One word after another. Trying not to derail as I cross over the trestle bridging into sleep.
Sleep is no relief. I either don’t sleep well or my dreams are too vivid. Oh, well. I don’t think this post is chugging along well. Maybe I should have written about the turtle instead.
Raining Orchids 