Life is a chain of events, I know that is true. These happenings link up to form the past. That is how it works, and wonderfully so.
What I desire for a while is a period of time in which the weeks are filled with simple day-to-day activities: laundry, going to a movie, reading, and such.
This past few years have been labeled “…And Then…” years.
When my mother started to decline, “…And Then…” started. Each phone call and each visit always led to something more. When Mom died in April 2011, I thought life would resume the laundry and movie routine. But, it didn’t.
All those “…and then…” events occurred: A broken ankle. A fall/sprawl (broken ankle betrayed me). Trips to far-off places. Christmas and birthdays. Serious illness and surgery (for my husband’s mother). Subsequent care following.
Then...my daughter fell, broke bones in her foot, had surgery, was ‘laid up’ for two months. Then…my other daughter had a baby boy!
More trips to far-off places. And then…
Maybe I am whining about life in general. Maybe I am like my wee grandson who cries when he needs something, and it is up to his parents to figure out what that is.
If I could push a “pause” button, I would. Should I? Would you?