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Everything Changes

The more messed up this world gets, the more God makes sense.

I Didn't Blog Today

That was the thought I had at 7:03PM.  Yes, I made my way to a body of water (one of my holiday goals), and yes, I read some fiction today (another goal), but my travel preparations for my departure tomorrow morning have kept me doing other things today besides blogging.

I did my laundry, including the bed sheets - because you always want to come home to clean bed sheets.  I cleaned the finch cage, I vacuumed downstairs (while upstairs waits for me to finish this so-called blog entry) and I prepped my car so my friend can drive it while I away with the rental.  Oh yeah, I also updated my iPod for the drive, because every now and then I might want to listen to some new tunes.  (SO important, eh?)

There were other things that transpired today, including an update from my sister RE: my dad.  Like, that he tried to strangle a nurse today at his new nursing home so they sent him back to the hospital for a dementia evaluation.  Fun stuff like that!  (Sarcasm.)

Seriously.  I don't know what to expect when I arrive.  The escapades don't sound like something my dad would do and I keep insisting that his meds are off or something else is going on.  Which is why I won't know until I get there and see things first hand.

Maybe that's why I didn't blog today.  Perhaps subconsciously I didn't want to write about my dad's woes again like I did yesterday.  And yet, here I am.

So let me end on a positive note.  I just had coffee with one of my spiritual sons and got to cuddle with my new grand-baby that just turned 1 month and 1 week today!  The circle of life.  How profound.
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