I've been putting off making a variety of appointments--a trip to the vet, a hair cut, a doctor visit. Today, I scheduled everything. I wonder if that means I'll actually clean the house (or at least the bathroom) this weekend? Odds are yes because, while I tend to live the life of a shut-in, even I have standards of cleanliness. Even I have limits.
I want to visit Larry in the hospital tomorrow. I've tried to call and failed to reach him or his wife. He is having surgery today. I am more worried than seems appropriate. Yet it is others who are taking the lead on cards and flowers. I unhelpfully asked, "Does he even like flowers?" Apparently, it doesn't matter, if you're in the hospital, you get flowers. I said, "I'd rather get a plant." I must be the rare soul who doesn't like flowers. (I don't hate them, they just seem to be more trouble than they're worth--cut flowers at least. I like wildflowers or ones in the garden.)
I will go, now, and give some money to the flower pool because I feel compelled to be part of it. I just don't want any of this to be happening, but that's not really an option, is it?
Grateful for: the organizational skills of others.