A NEW YEAR, A CLEAN SLATE?

Wednesday

Just as I was all hunkered down to write, pearls on, a clementine orange to my left, a glass of water to my right, the phone started ringing. I know, I know, I shouldn't have answered.

A friend called in tears, sure she had done something wrong, "You don't call me." Oy. I assured her she did nothing wrong. "It's just my plate is full," I explained.  Although I probably said too much I wish I could take back. Of course, if she read my blog she would know about my overflowing cup.

Mother-in-law rang me up, a lot, each time forgetting what she wanted to say. Finally remembering her request for some lotions from Bath & Body Works. And to see the musical Jersey Boys, because, she said, "I'm from New Jersey." And now I feel guilty for not taking her.

Calls ensued from painter and contractor for house. Those issues were dealt with and now I haven't written one word and I'm starving because it's 1:30.

Cat poops outside the box.

My brother calls later in the day. I hold my breath when he tells me some promising news. A consult with another doctor reveals there is great hope he may not have cancer. I exhale.

Thursday

So, I lay in bed pondering the events of yesterday and realize I can make all the resolutions I want, but life happens. We have good days and days we'd love to do over.  But, if we and the people we love are healthy, that's all that matters. And it's the imperfections that make life interesting, don't you think?  It would be so boring otherwise.