Up to my old ways again

I'm up to my old ways again, I'm afraid. Sometimes change is slow, and not always permanent. At any rate, here I am again to say hello. Gram is still here and kicking, just not as high as she used to.

On this lovely Sunday, I have been reflecting on my blessings. First and foremost among those would be our family. Little Ava is home and doing beautifully, for which, we are so thankful. She immediately stole all our hearts, she is so precious. Courtney and Claire are quickly becoming graceful, wonderful young Christian women, and Jack is turning into the young man we always knew he would. He continues to surprize us with his charm and insights. Wade is growing up, too. He has been so much fun, and often gives me flashbacks, he is so much like his daddy, my baby, I can hardly believe it, but he is and will be his own special person. Little Brooks loves his brother and already wants nothing so much as just to follow him and do whatever he does. He just turned one and isn't interested yet in walking, but can that boy crawl and climb. He goes wherever he wants, until someone stops him. He is something else, so cute, he's adoreable. He's what they used to call a towhead, in the South, which means his hair is platinum blonde. We still can't decide what color his eyes are. They're sort of blue green. Wade got his daddy's red hair and blue eyes. All the other grands have beautiful eyes, too, dark brown, like pools of deep water. I love them.

My work week was heavy last week, more so than usual. I'm always optimistic that it will be fine. The weird thing is that it seems to be, I make it through the week, but then my delicious down time sort of bommerangs on me, it seems, and I feel the tiredness of it all. This week I also had jury duty following the completion of my shifts at the hospital, so I had to be up early and go over for that. It was a murder case, particularly unsavory. Thankfully, I wasn't picked, so I was relieved about that.

Maybe it's the renewing effect of spring, but for whatever reason, I have that itching to clean out and organize. I know my daughter's are probably giggling about that statement, because they know I have a teensy problem with that. I'm convinced my children took all my organizational genes from me, leaving me few. Those of you who are closer to my age know that some of the clutter we have accummulated by this time is not solely our own, but for whatever reason, it's a challenge. Undoubtedly, it's a national problem, because it's on the front page of every magazine and countless cable TV shows center around it. I've gotten hooked on the show, Clean House. Maybe it makes me feel better to see other people who have the same problem. Of course, they choose very dramatic situations to make a show out of. It's entertaining and inspiring to see the end result. Without saying, they have a whole crew of people and some strong motivation, including muscle power and cash. Anybody else out there want to say, I know what you're talking about, girl!? Words of advice welcome, too.

That's probably about all you really want to hear from me right now, I'll bet. Sometimes less is more, as the old saying goes, so I'll sign off for now. Hope you will leave me a comment. I'd love that.