Oh! The flowers, the cards, the candy, the gift baskets and all the “I love you’s” that were passed around last Sunday.
No way could Mother’s Day have been missed and I was on the receiving end of all of this. It was a good day and I enjoyed each minute.
When things are going so good for me, I can’t help but think of many who have dark days. But it doesn’t help to worry about things you cannot fix.
If I could change things I would take care of all this pollen that’s floating around. I believe it’s worse than ever. We can rake handfuls from the vehicles and no allergy pill seems to stop the sneezing and wheezing.
I guess it’s the price we pay for all those beautiful blooming flowers and trees that are at their peak now. There seems to be a row of colorful Iris in everyone’s yard.
I’ve put it off as long as I can. There’s no room for anything else in my closet. I don’t know how these clothes have grown so much. I haven’t been shopping in some time, but I plan to soon. And so today I will dump winter clothes in another spot.
This is a job that I dislike very much. I don’t like some of these clothes and some of them don’t even fit. So today, a good number of these will be leaving. I haven’t decided where they will be going, just that they will leave. That is after I get a haircut, go to the pharmacy for more allergy pills and do another load of laundry.
When you do a load of laundry, it has to be dried and hung up or stacked up and put away. That takes time and there’s a reason for that needed afternoon nap at my age.
Lunch was easy; I picked it up on the way from getting my haircut. I got the sandwiches, we ate and then the washer had cut off and it was time put the clothes in the dryer. I forgot to stop at the pharmacy so now I had to return for those allergy pills, hoping they will stop some of this sneezing and coughing.
I usually have a nap and today I was tired and it was a long one. When got up the mail was nearby and since there were several catalogs and one magazine, I needed to see if there was anything worthwhile, or I would want to order. I trashed the other stuff after opening and checking its worth.
By then it was about suppertime and the clothes were ready to get from the dryer. The hated job of cleaning the closet will have to wait until tomorrow.
Kathryn Yarbro is former managing editor of the Lincoln Times-News.