And then my baby brother called. Gary. I then remembered telling him to call at 9PM so that we could order a package of toiletries and goodies from Walgreens online. Did you know there are 92 toothbrushes from which to choose there? And let's not delve into body wash, bar soap, toothpaste, shampoo, deodorant, assorted chocolates, Jelly Bellies and Skittles! An hour and a half later, here I am. Short on time. Needing a bit of long on sleep. Though, to be perfectly honest, today has been one of my truly better days. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. "If I could feel like this every day, or even MOST of the time, I could change the world," I crowed to Jimmy this morning, only partly in grandiose jest. When I have a day like this, I realize just how tough those cruddy days truly are. And I know I wasn't imagining the lack of energy or mental acuity or struggle with self-image.
That's why, after my annual physical and a frank discussion with my doctor, I made the choice to return to my anti-depressant. But that's for another day. As I stated earlier, folks, I'm short on time.
With that in mind, I'd like to leave you with a collection of my favorite images from this past week. Which one do YOU like best?
My son, the base stealer.
One of my fave things about the sport!
Coming out swinging -- our #9!
Stormy skies and evening lights.
Never gets old.
Some of them actually mean it.
Way to watch, Zachary!
Don't need a shave AND a haircut!
The tournament ump had to officiate solo: diggin' his animated style!
This says it all: hot, HOT, HOT!!!
(And that was NOT our umbrella . . . grrrr.)
The early evening tornado weather wrought beauty above.
It's what it signifies: Sarah is HOME from college.
And the gang is ALMOST all here, save for my Army son-in-law.
Bubbles unite one of our Church at Cross Point kids
with one of the Way of Hope homeless kids.
This little darling had enough personality for EVERYONE!
I'm simply impressed with our pastor's ability to match
his shirt to our everyday chairs!
Brother to the two girls of earlier photos.
Eyes that just melt you.
Hangin' on the power lines at Brentwood High.
I have NO idea if it signifies anything of import.
"Ahem! Attention. I will now sing a melody of love."
"Love, love, love, love, LO-O-O-VE!"
"Well, I'm done. Look at me. I've ruffled my feathers."
The cross pendant sent to me from a woman who knew me as a small child.
We reunited on Facebook.
This was once her grandmother's engagement ring.
The first cross I've ever worn.
Since late November, this kitten-cat has worn an Elizabethan collar
to keep her from licking and biting herself into a state of raw infection.
After infinite vet bills, with blood draws and food trials, stops and starts,
and two cortisone shots later, she's been running amok sans collar
FOR AN ENTIRE WEEK!
I could simply cry in joy for her. Really. I have.
Shhh. Let sleeping dogs lie. Pul-leeze!
Power breakfast on my favorite orange plates.
Our amphibious patio resident.
He's not afraid of Hank the Wonder Pup.
Or my iPhone.
I rather like him.
And I REALLY rather like this gent.
My new early AM walking partner.
I smile, ear to ear, mile to mile.
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