01/08/19

Me thinks 'tis called ANTICIPATION . . .
After receiving word that my fave sister
in the whole wide world is coming in
from out of town, I find myself all a
dither; you'd think I was 15 instead of
night onto 70. Go figure! I suppose my
first thoughts run along the lines of,
"OH MY GOD, the cabin isn't ready! Do
I have the right foods? Is there enough
to drink? The bathroom needs a serious
clean!" And then, the song changes . . .
"Oh, I have to remember to tell her
about that! She hasn't seen this," and
"Oh how I'm going to miss her after she's
gone!" I guess, bottom line is . . . there's
nothing, absolutely nothing, as important
as family. Talk about fortunate . . .

anticipation
dancing to my own music
don't think i can wait