Friday

I'm out of sorts today. No particular reason; probably a bunch of collective ones. Hubby leaves tomorrow for a work week in Mexico. My son is in the woods for the entire summer working Scout camp, and e-mailed this morning that a friend of his from the other Scout camp was killed in a wreck last Sunday. That sends a mom's wits on a bad journey, especially as Father's Day approaches. How many times a day do I worry about the same thing happening to my own son? I cooked all day yesterday to provide lunch to some Japanese engineers visiting my husband's work. I enjoyed doing it, but now the fruits of my labor are gone and I'm left with an empty fridge and a dirty kitchen. Hubby seemed out of sorts this morning. He didn't get home until late last night as a whole group took the Japanese visitors out to dinner. I could stand still and watch my whole life swirl around me, or so it feels. And I didn't sleep good. For the past week, I've babied my left knee. It hadn't given me any trouble in many months, but suddenly it's really hurting. Things I could do a week ago, I can't do now. Last night, the knee pain remained constant and radiated to my legs through the night, so I never stayed in one position for long. I blamed it on too many trips up and down a set of 3 stairs to move artwork for display last Friday. It was fine before that. What it boils down to is that I don't want to go to the doctor. I'm certain I'd be referred to the specialist who rehabilitated my shoulder several years ago. It always starts out the same way. They tell me I need to lose weight. In one sentence, they would demolish my 8 pound trophy from last weeks efforts, and I don't want to be shot down this early. Fortunately it's summer, and I can take it easy a while and see where this goes. Though I want to spend next week in the studio, I will have to limit my trips up and down the steps. So I'm just whining. I'll get out of the house a bit today. I need to go get crickets for my son's gecko, and the dogs will be out of food in the next week. Maybe a nice coffee while I'm out. Mom would say I need white hyacinths for my soul, but I think they're out of season.