It’s Monday morning and I don’t have to go to work or anywhere else. This is one of the best things about retirement. No dread on Sunday. No schedule on Monday. There is not even Mass at my church, so I am not off first thing to go to Mass.
I asked my son in law to help me paint my guest bedroom. My dear brother and his dear wife are coming to visit me in October. I took at look at the guest bedroom where they will be sleeping and realized it needed to be freshened up a bit. Paint is always a good first step I think.
My dear son-in-law has ulcerative colitis and has been very sick lately. I asked my daughter if he would be able to help. She said yes. He said yes.
They got here on Saturday and I said “Oh hell no, you are not painting. Go sit down and what can I do to help?”
So today I shall paint the guest bedroom. Please God, I hope I can still do this. I used to love to paint. I find it very difficult these days. Aging is a real thing.
I tweeted something on Saturday night and my phone is still lighting up every minute or so. I have felt like removing the tweet because it was very personal. And now it has been like over 2,000 times and retweeted almost 500 times. That is a weird feeling.
I can blog my heart and soul out here, but it is anonymous. Or at least I convince myself it is. That tweet is something entirely different.
This is what happens when I try to blog every day. I blog about the extremely mundane life of a Catholic Retired 66 year old woman who has been Sober for 12,481 days (one day at a time). Thank you for joining me on this journey. xoxox