A Tiny Little Complaint (Or Two)

I hate to do this (every time I say/write that phrase the thought runs through my mind that I must not hate it enough, or I really wouldn't do it), but I have a few small complaints. I'll just voice them, then be done.

1. I had big plans for the week after Christmas, and they all fell by the wayside. I'll just say it this way: my granddaughter threw up on Christmas day (also her birthday) and that may have been the highlight of the week.

2. I know the week wasn't all bad, but I didn't feel well. And when I don't feel well it obscures reality.

3. My sister's family was here. It should have been a blast. Parts were fun (a couple of great meals, some good Dr. Mario games), but no one was really feeling on top of the world the whole time.

4. Debby and family were here for the whole week. We had fun plans. None of them got done (at least my part). Debby worked and worked on our 2010 family photo album.

5. Today I went to put away my parents' Christmas decorations and the carpet was wet in that room. There's a leak somewhere in our utility closet. I did not move to the desert to have to deal with water problems. I wanted to leave all that excess water behind in the Pacific Northwest.

6. Okay, this one has been sitting in my gut for a month now: my daughter Audrey and her family were in a car accident on December 2nd. They hit packed snow and the car spun around and around. The back window blew out. They lost most of their possessions in the car which flew out that back window. No one was hurt, thank heavens, but not one, let me repeat that, NOT ONE car (and there were several on the road) stopped to see if they were okay. NOT ONE.

There, now I feel better. At least mentally. I still don't feel up to par physically.

The good news is: I set a goal for myself this year, and I'm only three days behind on the goal so far.

Maybe that's why this year I'm going to work on being flexible.