But...it's been one of "those" days. It was not the busyness of the day, though I certainly kept busy enough, nor really the low pressue system continues to bestow a new layer of snow on the ground. And I can't even say that Granddaddy was really that much of a problem, even though I just about let my steam boil over at him. I can't quite understand why he won't tell people when he has to go to the bathroom...I supose it is kind of embarrassing to have to ask your granddaughters to help you, but sometimes it seems more like he just expects you to read his mind. (I have gotten to the point where I do not do anything for him unless he asks...he needs to be doing something, so instead of jumping every time he makes those noises that mean "pay attention to me", I just pretend like I don't notice. It's not just preversity of nature either--there is a practical side to the process.)
Events have conspired to prompt another household shift (not the least being the old man has started getting out of bed and urinating on the floor at night). Daddy brought in a hospital bed (it has rails) that got acquired sometime in the past two years and got that set up in the TV room (where Granddaddy spends most of his time anyway). Mama and Daddy will be moving back into their bedroom--freeing up the living room for a guest set to arrive in three weeks (it may actually be a little less than that).
Anyway, the upheaval and the stress of life tackled me today and I ended having a good cry in the middle of the afternoon. I don't know why this particular situation has me so stressed--I have always been the kind of person that usually bounces back pretty easily, but this whole rigamarole has had me very upset multiple times. I feel often enough that I'd like to just go crawl into a hole and stay there until the storm is over. Providentially, I don't have that hole. You think maybe God is trying to teach me both patience and perseverance?
I told Mama this afternoon that I've been missing my horse...partly because I would just love to go ride and get away from everything. I am not going outside hardly at all (unless I have to) because it's so cold--and I'm a Florida girl now. (Weird how one puts down roots...more due, I really think to my Cow Cavalry research than any thing.) I look forward to spring when I can get outside and play in the dirt. I love such work.
After bawling for a little bit (I'm grateful the Lord gave us tears to ease our emotions at times), Savannah, Katherine, and I played a little music. We're all three rusty, but I'm probably the most 'in-shape' at the moment since I have played several times this past week. Anyway, that was a lot of fun and I no longer feel blue or like I would enjoy yelling at my grandfather for being a old, selfish, inconsiderate curmudgeon. (That is said without anger--it's simply calling a spade, a spade.)
Ah well, life goes on...and I bid ye farewell with a smile!
I haven't anything to complain about compared to the Scottish Covenanters.