What Will it Be?

Mornings. Maybe I should call them the great debates. Mornings are decision making times for me. I have to make choices. What do I start my morning with? Do I go to the gym and exercise? Do I go to the pool and swim? Do I go for a walk or a bike ride? Do I do a meditation? Do I write in my journal? Do I sit at the computer and write on my blog? All things I love to do and I would love to do it all. But, I know I can’t. I must make a choice. Which will it be?

It’s even decision time when I go to get dressed lately. I don’t know where my head was or what I saw that day I went shopping for underwear but obviously I didn’t look very well at the package I picked up. Goodness gracious I can’t believe those things. Some of those I wouldn’t want to be caught dead in. I know. I know. Who’s going to see my underwear right? But those words of caution we used to hear from God knows where keep popping into my head every time I reach into my drawer for a pair of ginch. “Never leave home without clean underwear. You never know what could happen.”

Well, they’re clean alright but I’ve never seen anything so ghastly. One pair looks like I’m stepping into a field of pansies, another one looks like my Mom’s old checker board picnic table cloth, one pair is so psychedelic they make me dizzy and I almost lose my balance before I can get them on, and yet another pair is such a bright fire engine red I almost need my shades to put to climb into those, oh, and did I mention the polka dots. Oy Veh! Who thinks of making these things anyway and who’s the bright one who folds and rolls them up so neatly you have no idea what the hell you’re buying until you get home and pull them out of the package. I’m seriously considering ditching them and going shopping again.

It’s my turn to visit Mom today so I’ll be leaving here around eleven to go spend time with her and I’ll stay to help her with her lunch and put her to bed before I leave around one. She’s doing not too bad these days but I still find it very sad to see her in the condition she’s in. We got her a new wheel chair which has been a long process of elimination. We’ve had a hard time finding something she wouldn’t fall out of because of her curved spine and leaning to one side. We finally found one to fit her fairly well. It reclines so we can lean her back and she can rest in her chair when she needs to during the day. I couldn’t believe the price of those things. This one was sold to us at the pretty tune of $5000.00! Outrageous! That’s exactly how much I paid for my first brand spanking new car. So it was a few decades ago, it’s still outrageous!

It’s time to do some work in the yard here and every day I say I’m going to get out there and start but from one day to the next it doesn’t seem to happen. I spend a lot of time doing work at my computer or with my nose in my book trying to get through this Abnormal Psychology course, or doing hundreds of other things that crop up during the course of a day and somehow I never get to the yard. Part of the problem is not knowing what to do with all the stuff that’s out there. Which are weeds, which are plants, which do we keep, which do we dig up and toss or move or cut or leave alone? I wish Phyllis could come and spend a day or two and lend us her expertise. I bet she’d whip this place into shape in no time flat.

Well, on with the day. Time to step out of my jammies, into the shower and into some clean ginch. Which will it be today I wonder?