One Day Maybe

Wednesday already and I still haven’t got the book I ordered to use as my main resource for my research to build my workshop. I am getting more and more upset with the registrar of the college for not having told me sooner that I could order one. “Oh sorry, I forget who I’ve told and who I haven’t”, just doesn’t cut it. And now I find out I was also given some misleading information in another area. Grrrrr…….. The brighter side of school news is I got an A+ on my last course which is good.

There is a lot on my mind this morning and I’m trying to figure out which way I’m going to bounce first. I have to leave around 11 a.m. to make my way to the home where Mom is. We are moving her today to another home. We got the phone call yesterday at 3 p.m. that she had a bed in another facility, one we had originally applied to get her into, and that she was expected to be there by 3 p.m. today. We were grateful for the call but what a short notice to prepare and for an elderly to adjust to the idea.

This morning my sister and I are going to pack her up, help her with lunch and whisk her off to her new domain. It will be an improvement as she will only have one person in her room with her whereas now she is in a ward of four and it is often very noisy, has very little privacy to speak of and no room to turn around in. In this new place she’ll be able to have her own TV at least and once she’s in residence we can put her name down for a private room, which is just across the hall, when it becomes available.

On another note, one day I’m going to figure out how to shrink myself to the size of a shampoo bottle so I can jump in people’s suitcases when they take off on holidays to various parts of the world. Of course I’ll also have to master how to re-inflate myself once they get to their destination as life as a shampoo bottle, even though I love spending time in the shower, doesn’t hold much interest for me.

But just imagine being able to magically blow myself up again, (well, maybe minus a few pounds) and finding myself in Jamaica with Jody, in Arizona with Pat, in New Orleans with Phillis, in Quebec with Emily, with Paula on her business trip to a neighboring state, in Mexico with Libby, with Lorraine in Victoria, or with my daughter Brenda who just recently went to Punta Cana. I could have easily joined in with a little snorkeling in the ocean just like she’s doing here.





One day, one day, maybe I’ll figure it out or I’ll grow some wings. I know what’s happening. It’s the winter blues mixed in with a little bit of spring fever and the gypsy blood stirring in my veins. That’s why I’m getting antsy and squirming in my chair.