I don’t get the haunted houses and the creepy stuff. I don’t get trying the scare the living daylights out of children. I don’t get kids not singing or doing something to get a free candy bar.
What usually helps me is talking through things to consider what I have control of and what It don’t have control of, so here I go . . . .
All these named and unnamed plants live in our screen porch or on our deck in the spring, summer, and early autumn, before the frost. I knew that this year would be our last with them all.
Instead of taking a group of cookbooks to Arizona, and leaving a group of cookbooks in Missouri, the one cookbook that will go with me will be a revised one from one I first put together in 1993.
I am an optimist. I am trusting that all will go well no matter what day I have this surgery.
I have not forgotten my humble beginnings. I have not forgotten the bad stuff, and found my way out. I have not forgotten who I am. I am grateful beyond words.