I had a meeting with the church people this morning. Very nice people. They are all considerably older than I am. I am the only one who is not retired and started feeling a bit panicky about the s-l-o-w pace. I thought I would be one hour late to work, but it ended up being two hours.
This is going to be a challenge for me. I am a bit afraid of the elderly and infirm and I will be going into their homes! Alone! I guess this is how God wants me to grow 👵🏻. One of my readers (almost the ONLY one) goes into homes and cares for the dying. I’ve never told her how much I admire her for that. It’s So Not Me.
I’m so done with this working life. My heart is not in it. Every day I want to be retired and be able to go for a hike or a bike ride. Or sit in my chair and knit.
Kitty puked up a hair ball in the exact spot where I knit. My first thought was “passive aggressive,” then I reasoned cats are not passive aggressive. I’m still not 100% convinced though 😺
Kitty has a new name. My family did not like the shelter name “Mel.” We brain stormed, which was fun. Someone said Ginger. I nixed that because my last name is similar, so we all said at the same time “GiGi!” That’s her name. It’s cute and it was more organic than the shelter name. She wasn’t at the shelter long enough to really know that name, and the first time we called her GiGi, she came.
Sorry for this stream of consciousness , I think it’s all I’m capable of at this moment.