Confessions of a Grandma

I went for my walk today in spite of the fact that it was not even thirty degrees out and the wind was gusting at 30 MPH.  Can't say I enjoyed it much, but now I at least have the satisfaction of having gotten some exercise. In spite of my early training--give up something for Lent, go to church a whole lot, cook a huge feast, visit the relatives, and buy a new bonnet--Easter has never been a very favorite holiday for me.  I am not particularly religious so I don't get involved in that aspect any more.  I remember the visiting family and the feasting fondly.  On the other hand, my mother spent so very much time cooking and baking all kinds of  traditional dishes and carrying out other Ukrainian rituals that she was pretty much toast by the actual day.  In fact, the whole Easter time was a likely trigger for one of her breakdowns/psychotic episodes.  Maybe I am honoring her memory by being cranky and out of sorts. Or maybe it really is the...

Today I am feeling a bit out of sorts for no good reason whatsoever--the kind of day where my mother would have accused me of getting up on the wrong side of the bed.  I can remember as a kid her telling me that  and I really was being so crabby that day that I could not even stand myself.  The logical solution to my seven year old brain was to get back into bed on the "wrong side" and get back up again on the "right side."  I seem to recall that it worked at the time, and I went downstairs and announced as much to my mother and my siblings who had been suffering from my temper. I guess that tells me that I can just decide how I want to feel today.  Mike is off playing with his toys, so I'll wallow in my bad mood for a while longer and then I believe I will put on a more sociable face and go out to do some browsing at the fabric store.  Can't stay out of sorts and moody at the fabric store. As explanation--I have been having a recurring dream in whic...