I don't understand it. For the past few days, I've had to take it easy -- as I'm just not feeling great. I think it might be a bit of a stomach bug -- no fever, no chills just lethargy and stomach stuff. And even though the Christmas cards are sent, the cookies are baked, the house decorated inside and out, the presents purchased, the party given, I feel guilty/bad/a nagging insistence that I should be cleaning baseboards, painting the laundry room, building houses for the homeless, washing floors, collecting for the Salvation Army, or cleaning out closets.
Why can't I cut myself a break? It annoys me that I just want to sit and drink ginger ale and read The Lacuna (which, by the way, I'm really having trouble getting into -- sorry Barbara Kingsolver, your other books are immediately engaging), a choice for one of the book clubs. I feel like I should be doing something -- anything...
- I am a retired English teacher and department head, the mother of three, grand mother of three, and have been married to the same man for 42 years. I subscribe to Dr. PM Forni's concept of Civility. I was born in South Philadelphia and grew up in the 'burbs. I love soft pretzels and cheesesteaks, the Phillies, the Eagles, and San Diego. I love being Mom, Aunt Kathy, Nona Kathy, and Teacher. I spend a lot of time in my gardens in the spring and summer, and in the winter I plan what I'm going to plant. I also am an avid reader and photographer.