Mamaw's World

Posting has become a chore for me, Thought I would never say that.
My mind will not settle down to one thought. Or should I say to complete a thought.
Tat is the way my work goes too. I may try cleaning the house only to be stopped by pure exhaustion.
I work in the yard maybe two or three hours, that is it, I am stumbling around when I get that tired or I try to psyche myself up to say, "YOU CAN do it, Jut a few more minutes raking."
Well I got the raking done but the five or more piles are still standing after two days.
Maybe, just maybe I can go outside today and complete the clean up.
The wind has been blowing and I cant stand the wind. It chills me though and through.
Not just windy but Blustery, cool, blowing tree limbs down. You name it, the wind is doing it.
Plus after all our beautiful rains, It is drying out the ground. A ground I need to get planted with potatoes, corn and melons.
I will wait on my tomatoes as I bet it gets cold again.
Today I was supposed to see the Doctor, I called and cancelled. I was too tired to get out of bed, shower, fix my mop (hair) and dress and go. I don't foresee any other days being better.
That is the problem.
Food around here is a Whatever. Last night we had hot dogs and potatoes with Beans.
Pretty good but I do not typically like hot dogs. At a ball game I love them, Weird huh?
I sure wish everyone would post, at least I could read something. Kris you are Way far behind. We expect to hear about your new job and how you love it, Plus photos of the children.
I love to call your house and hear Yakky Doodle in the background. (Kiara) She seems to never stop talking, She even talks in her sleep.
But it is not her, Per-SE, It is her mouth that is loud.
When I think of that I think of a time in my life where I argued such points.

My Daddy was in the hospital, Our aunt and Uncle were taking care of us, They had four children. Mama had 8. Needless to say the house was Jam Packed.
ON a beautiful spring day Pauline, Rosette and I walked down the road. There were little streams in the ditch from the run off. Rosie and Pauline waded, kicked water and generally played in it. I on the other hand only dangled my feet in the water.
When we arrived home, Aunt Sylvia said she told us not to play in the water.
My response, " did not play in it, I just put my feet in it," I guess you know I would not back down as I had none of the enjoyment of splashing. I considered that as just sitting not playing.
We argued, Finally I went to the field and sat my Heine down on the ground and pouted. Aunt Sylvia would come to the door and say,"Carolyn Sue you better get off that cold wet ground, You will get sick."
I sat, I sat and I sat until it was getting dark.
Finally I went in but I never would say I played in the water.
I woke up the next day with no voice. I got the worse cold and laryngitis.
When Aunt Sylvia told my Mama what happened, My Mom just smiled and said, "You should not argue with your Aunt Sylvia, You owe her an apology," I did apologize with a stipulation,
I was not paling in the water, I was sitting,"
I guess Mama figured my stubborn nature was no use in punishing, I had already been punished by the cold.
Got to love those kids with strong minds.