Decisions …

Decisions …

How many decisions do we make in one day?  Starting with the time we decide to get up and ending with the time we decide to go to bed.  How many?

I’ve enjoyed this past week.  I’ve had two visiting dogs, plus Lady.  Paisley (the Australian Shepherd) and Katie (Border Collie).  It’s been somewhat like a three-ring circus – three dogs.  Three dogs to feed, water, exercise, pet, and send outside to the dog run.  And, I’m having so much fun!  I just need three hands for the petting.

If today had been yesterday, Kate would have awakened me at 6 am.  But it’s not.  Kate went home, yesterday, so we had to rely on the alarm clock for our wake up call.  The two dogs followed me to the door that leads to the dog run.  When they came in, I had to make a decision – do we stay up, or do we go back to bed?  Unanimously, we decided “go back to bed.”  About 7 am would be about the right time to get up, and when we did , our day began.  Every body had to eat – in different rooms; Paisley in the bathroom and Lady in the kitchen.  That will change tomorrow because it will be “Katie makes three,” again for a few days.

Time for a Decision.  Do I start the laundry for today or do I see what my e-mail has in it.  Start the laundry; set the timer.  It can work while I read and respond to e-mail.  Time for a Decision.  Now, is it time to start the BLOG for next week.  What will it be?  Decide on a topic.  Okay, now type.

Time for a Decision.  The dogs want to go outside.  It’s noon.  Now is the time for their treats.  Paisley gets three vitamins; Lady gets her noon treat.  Time for a Decision.  Do I continue working on the BLOG, or do I work with the laundry?  I choose taking care of the laundry; then, I work on the BLOG.

The BLOG is done  Time for a Decision.  I have a poem to write for the rock club newsletter.  It’s the Mothers’ Day month. so, what do I say about Mothers and their day?  Time for a Decision.  Years ago, Daughter #3 wrote a poem to me.  I can use it for the newsletter – it’s a good poem.  My good fortune is to have a bunch of poets in my family.

Supper time; another Decision.  What to eat?  I decide on leftovers from the fridge.  Nothing really tasty – just food.  Then, it’s back to reviewing the BLOG to assure that this macular degeneration has not double crossed me by putting in letters where they don’t belong or taking some out.  Four, five, six and more times I must make that review.  And, still sister Clara tells me when there is a “typo.”

DECISION AFTER DECISION AFTER DECISION.  That makes up our day.  And, whether they are decisions about little or big things, they have to be made and used wisely!  In the meanwhile, here is Jill’s poem, which I cherish.

My Mother, Myself

I look at myself in the mirror

and see fragments of my mother.

Didn’t mean for it to turn out

this way, but there she is

staring back at me.

And, I think to myself, how pleased I am that

I have grown to be like the woman I

have admired in my youth.

I still admire her today, my mom.  My love

cannot be measured in words, but only by the

number of times I call her in one day!’

I thank her for guiding me and letting me see

how beautiful my life is.

This child is peaceful, and there is great

hope in my life.

Jill Renee (Becker) Williams

I hope all of the moms in the world have a beautiful day.

Happy Mothers’ Day!

Be Safe and Be Well

The Cranky Crone

Thoughtful comments are appreciated.