Yesterday my neighbor and I went on our annual perennial and annual purchasing trip. I spent WAY too much money, but I got some lovely flowers. The above is a rose (fragrant cloud) that I decided smelled and looked too good to go in the back yard, so I planted it smack dab in front of my front porch. I love roses. I love flowers. I love, love, love the fact that I own a little postage stamp of land where I can plant things and watch them grow.
I woke up on Friday with a horrendous toothache. I am now starting my third day of antibiotics, and woke up without terrific pain this morning. It is down to a dull ache, which I can tolerate. I did a google search yesterday for "toothache so bad I think I am going to die," which got me all kinds of information. I ran straight out to Walgreen's for clove oil. I don't know that it helped, but I am using it anyway.
So, here I sit this morning. I can look at the fact that it is raining outside, I have a dull toothache and will likely spend at least a thousand dollars on my mouth in the next week, my family is fractured and complicated and Mother's Day shines a spot light on that, and my skirt is tight...
Or, I would prefer to think about the fact that my daughter is clean and sober and sleeping safely in the bedroom next to mine. She has a day planned so that she doesn't have the opportunity to get too involved in thinking about her life and her kids today. My son is taking us all out for lunch today. I have the most beautiful roses in the world just outside my front door. I am on my way out the door to go to church at 7 a.m. on a Sunday morning. AND I have dental insurance! (the copay will still be about $1,000 for what I think I am going to need.) And I have a closet full of skirts, shoes to match, and too many blouses, sweaters, and shirts to even count.
And Happy Mother's Day.