A Beautiful Summer Day

It's a beautiful summer day, not too hot and not windy. The sky is decorated with a few fluffy white clouds and I have laundry on the line. I enjoy hanging out cloths on days like this. The cloths dry quickly, which means I can get two or three load done.

There are disadvantages to hanging cloths on the line. The main disadvantage is wrinkles; you have to iron the cloths after you bring them in the house. I have to get a new iron because the old one doesn't work properly. It's a steam iron anyway and my mother doesn't care for steam irons. Actually, my mother is the one that irons the cloths, she enjoys it and it gives her something to do.

I haven't written a poem about my mother ironing cloths. Ironing cloths is a good subject for a poem. A poem about my mother ironing cloths would be a good addition to the group of poems I have about my family.

Writing at the end of an educational week

This is Friday and the end of an educational week. I suppose educational is just as good a word as stressful or depressing, anyway it sounds better then either of the other two words. On Monday, I took Mom to another eye doctor, another specialist for a presurgery consultation.

After going to the eye doctor, we went to the hospital where Mom is having surgery on April 30. We have an appointment to go back on Monday, April 27. to preadmit Mom in for out patient surgery. Mom's appointment is at 9:20 AM. I have an appointment that afternoon to give blood at 1:40 PM.

I seem to have had some difficulty writing this week and I'm not sure why. I don't think I'm depressed but I've been going to bed early because of being tired. Perhaps my iron count is down, if it is I won't be able to give blood on Monday afternoon. Of course, I do have time to get my iron count up, so I'll cut down on the dairy products and increase the veggies and stuff that has iron in it.

I know being tired is no excuse for not posting, especially since I did post to my writing.com blog. I just don't know what's been the mater with me lately, maybe I'm worrying too much about finances or something. Well, I'm going to have to get over it because worrying doesn't do any good.

In fact, in my case worrying causes more problems because my ulcer acts up more when I worry. I don't enjoy my ulcer acting up because I can't focus on anything else. I think I'll close now and go get me something to eat. My ulcer also acts up when I don't eat properly.