Sandy Supposes....

3 Words of the Week

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Pick three words that sum up your week so far (and tell us why you chose each word).

         Just checking, but this is the second full week of March, correct? In my area, it came in like a meek lamb, all sunshine and deceptively milder temperatures. As expected, the snow and cold returned. Sigh, March is a very long, drawn out month.

         At least, my family has plenty of birthdays to celebrate this month. My youngest daughter's special day has blessed her again. My father-in-law's second wife claims this time of the year. My niece and her two sons, my great-nephews, also count this month as a reason to party. So, my first word of the week is birthday.

          The two boys are now six and two. Birthday cake is never a bad thing. A reunion with the extended family is also fun. Of course, we pose for silly photos. Both kids learned to stop and say, "cheese" before they could walk. The youngest loves to blow out the cake's candles, and so we relight them several times just for him. Un fortunately, he bites those same candles when he is supposed to be licking off the icing like his older brother. This year, he sang 'Happy Birthday' to himself. It's the first song he has memorized. For the past two years, the littlest guy has been stripped before he receives a slice of the cake, 'cause, yep, he digs in and creates a sticky mess. I'm sure he thinks this is a tradition, and not a necessity. Maybe he'll be like Pavlov's dog. When he hears the Birthday song and sees the cake, he'll tear off his clothing.

         Okay my second word of the week has many synonyms, but they all mean the same thing. Pain is that word. More specifically, I refer to the physical variety. I live with and endure chronic knee pain. Too often it leaves me breathless, and it robs me of sleep. Ah, such is my life. I rarely complain, this is my reality. I keep busy in an attempt to ignore it.

         It is a further real pain to experience a new ache though. It's bad enough that I limp, but as of this past Sunday, any movement is extra excruciating. Somehow, and yes, it's true I only rolled over, I have managed to pull a muscle/ligament in my side. Of course, this week I have dropped stuff onto the floor, and the only way to retrieve it is to bend over. Alas, my efforts to sleep have been further thwarted. Rising to my feet, and dropping into a chair, leave me cursing. The pain dulls to a more manageable level when I remain vertical, but this is not always practical. Ah well, I'm counting on that old adage " this too shall pass."

         So, I need one more word to sum up my week, right? Hmmm..... That word is decluttering. Strange as it seems, I somehow felt the urge to Spring clean, re-organize, get rid of the "crap" as my hubby affectionately calls our stuff. Aren't we all pack rats to a certain extent? We all collect something. Now, I do not for one moment consider myself to be a hoarder, but stuff tends to accumulate after almost forty years of wedded bliss. That's a great deal of gifts, purchases, souvenirs, memorabilia, inheritances, and more. I'm counting on one of the local churches to host its annual Spring rummage sale to which I will be contributing. I am reluctant to thin out our personal library. Oh, I share, and sometimes give away a book or two. I have favourites, and novels I want to re-read. Perhaps there will be further grandchildren who will enjoy the kids' literature.

         My room mate may not notice, but I filled a largish box today. It is progress, or so I placate myself.